My rare drawing
I always yell “I can't draw.” And somewhere that's right, in proportion. I may be left-handed, but creativity isn't really spent on me. Add to that the lack of dedication and you won't get far.
I'm the youngest of six children. Between me and my sister above me has been almost six years. My brothers and sisters are all super creative and can draw well. As a child, I couldn't match that, so I left it for what it was and never developed it.
Now I had a little cupboard thing a few years back, probably would have a special name, bought at the Ikea. Just such a boring wooden thing. I already had in my head when I bought it to pimp it. And then I got sick. I couldn't bear much and not much. So I took a break in drawing on the locker. And this is what it has become. I wanted to do the whole thing first, but I lost motivation again. I then decorated the front with glow in the dark stickers. And that was that. My short moment of creativity.
