Art; a friend of mine who comforted me when words were not enough. A friend who kept me awake until 3 o’clock in the morning, who did not want me to fall into dreams. A friend who let me dream with eyes wide open, who showed me perfection in other people’s beauty, who taught me that everyone has beauty.
As weird as it might sound, I have struggled a lot with ‘art’. Sometimes I got mad at myself for not being able to get to sleep, because I could not put my pen aside. I was so addicted to the idea of creating something breathtaking, which I never reached, that eventually it made me sick. “All art is but dirtying the paper delicately.”, wrote Ruskin, and I must admit that I have never read anything more accurate than that. We will never be able to reach perfection, not in art, nor in anything else. Drawing has only been a way of ruinig the white space with effort and taste.
Today I draw less. I prefer writing, even if words either leave too much or too little space. But sometimes, when my heart is heavy and my mind tired, I reach for a pen and let drawings and sketches speak for me.
Sometimes I still enjoy dirtying the paper.
Jehona Thaqi © the drawings are signed with Jehona B. because B. is my maiden name
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