I don’t know exactly how it has been happening, or why, but I don’t care that much anymore of what people think. I still have my insecurities and times when people’s opinions seem like the most important thing, but not as before. I’ve always loved and wanted to learn a LOT of things, mostly art related. But, because I thought so much of what everyone would think, of how I wasn’t going to be “perfect” at it, I didn’t take the time to try them.
I wish I could remember how I got into photography, but I don’t. I do know that before photography, I was obsessed with photoshop. Again, I don’t remember how I got into it, I just know that some day I asked my father to get it for me, and since then, I’ve been in love. That happened when I was in 8th grade, I think, and all of it was so natural for me. It felt like I didn’t find my passion, but instead, my passion found me.
But before all of that happened, I was into drawing and painting. I even took classes when I was little, but as always, I got scared and dropped out before I could learn something. Drawing always makes me feel so peaceful, even though I’m not very good at it. I never got so much into it, because I wasn’t smart at it. I don’t know if that makes sense. What I’m trying to say is that I’m good at drawing lines, but I don’t know how to draw. Some people may not know how to draw beautiful lines but can make you an amazing drawing of a person sitting and different things. I don’t. I don’t know how to play with lines, so that it makes sense.
I’m rambling too much, let me get to the point.
The other day, I saw some illustrations that someone shared, and it was love at first sight. I loved how simple it was, but yet, it wasn’t something that everyone could do. That week, I kept seeing different illustrations and I felt the urge to try them myself. I remade one that I saw, and yesterday, I made my own. I’m not an illustrator, I’m not saying it’s good, but it sure made me feel happy. As simple as it is, I loved the little character I created. Let me introduce you to Danna.
She has big, sad, tired eyes because she see things that not everyone see. And a small mouth, because she feels like no matter what she says, she has no power over anything. The stripes of her shirt are uneven, because her life is just as unorganized. And her hair is red because even though she doesn’t have the best life, she is fierce and strong…and because I love red hair.
That’s part of her story.
You don’t have to be great at something to enjoy it and get something from it. Try it, you never know what it can bring to your life. This brought me so much happiness, and I can’t wait to try and do more.