Damn, I cannot draw or the limits of my world

When I say that I can't draw. I mean it.
How is possible that my eyes see beauty in every flake of dust while my hand is not able to reproduce anything on a piece of paper? 
How is possible that my mind grasps infinity and my fingers stay still, unable to give shape to such a wonder?
If the limit of your language is the limit of your world, I guess this is mine. 

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  1. Dirk Steinkamp19. Juli 2017 um 10:09

    I don't agree. I like your drawing!

    If you yourself are unsatisfied with your drawing you might need some proper teacher that helps you to see, and teach you some craft.

    Check out Heinrich Jacoby ("Jenseits von begabt und unbegabt") for some amazing examples of what people are able to draw, that thought of themselves to not be able to draw ...

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  2. Unknown20. Juli 2017 um 02:10

    Hi Dirk! :-) The idea to learn drawing independently from your innate talent is amazing in itself. "I cannot do..." is nothing more than a belief and we know it can be changed, right?

    One further point is: let's suppose that is even possible to communicate ideas and concepts as they are conceived in our mind.
    Let's say I'm not particularly talented, but I can learn to draw decently, to use this kind of language in a way that makes it a valid medium to convey meaning.
    Am I willing to go through all levels of discomfort and frustration that come before a satisfying result, which I'm not even sure will ever be satisying?
    Maybe just accepting my limited ability to communicate through this language is a equally legitimate option. The awareness of a limit is a conquer in itself.
    It's also an opportunity to focus on reducing the "limits of my world" using other kinds of languages I'm more talented for. Adding learning to talent would bring to better results than learning or talent alone.

    Anyway, I'll surely check out Heinrich Jacoby, this topic is intriguing!

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