Why I Draw

What began as curiosity slowly became a way of understanding myself through animals, silence, and black and white lines.

As a girl, I made a lot of crafts, and since my formal education and professional work were always tied to numbers, I ended up setting that creative side aside. I wanted to learn to see things from a different angle, and at first I was just looking to learn how to draw. But I soon found that my attention kept landing on animals, and drawing them became a way into my inner world , a path toward what actually moves me.

People told me capturing the essence of animals wasn't easy, but for me it felt natural. I enjoy drawing, especially cubs and pups of any species, for the sweetness they carry. Adult animals are wonderful too, but the innocence of the young ones is something I can't quite put into words.

I'm still drawing, for now just for myself, without knowing yet when or where I'll share it. Focusing on this practice, I noticed it was opening new connections in my brain, releasing dopamine , small flashes of joy that remind me that making things is also a way of processing them.

Each stroke opens a different path: sometimes toward stillness, sometimes toward tenderness, always toward some new way of understanding myself. Drawing has become a bridge between what I feel and what I can express , a way of giving shape to what has none.

Every stroke is black and white, because simplicity is where the truth shows up