Sketchy memories
One of my favorite hobbies is to sketch. What I fancy about sketching is that it’s not fancy at all. All you need is paper, pen, and some time to spend away. For some reason, rubbing the black head of an HB pencil against the white sheet of an A4 always calmed me down. Although I don’t possess a talent as stunning as many of my artistic friends do, I am proud of each piece I create out of my hands. I mostly keep every one of them in a file back in my room. Flipping through the pages, I retrace myself back to when I started this tiny pastime. The first few pages of my file depict my self in elementary school. I hope I could say I had a profound calling to start sketching, maybe to witness The Elevation of the Cross by Rubens as Nello did in A dog of Flanders , but nah – I began by doodling in math classes in school. Back then, I remember drawing comic book characters or cartoon heroes I saw on television. I laughed at my peers struggling with the horrendous multiples and divisions
