My mind looks at a blank piece of paper; there is nothing on it yet there is color and several images appearing before me.
I can see deep, dense tendrils of vines creeping down the trees from the canopies above and a bright, cloudless sky. Sometimes it's a mere butterfly, its delicate frame gracing the paper with its elegance and splendor or a flower; its buds just bloomed after a light drizzle, causing the water to shimmer like diamonds in the eerie, warm light.
This is what my mind sees and no one else can until I make the first line, brush stroke, or ink blot.
When I draw I usually draw what comes to my mind at the moment, a person perhaps; clade in armor or exotic clothes, maybe just in a tank top and shorts out on a date with a friend. It could be a small, sleeping cat stretched out in the sun; whiskers twitching from a pleasant fantasy.
A small furrow of the brow to show frustration, a slight tinge of the cheeks to show embarrassment, or even a downcast glance of the eyes to display sorrow is brought out in human nature and in our art.
I notice these details every day in my friends and complete strangers, and sometimes that expression becomes my inspiration; weather to cheer them up from a bad day or display the slightest trace of that emotion to others.
that is why i draw, can you see it?