RoninCZ

Life is rareley as simple as it seems I govern the things that haunt mens dreams I stood on the hill smiling at his loss As the son of god was nailed to a cross I stormed the beaches at Normandy The nights templar waged a war on me I walked through the crowd and stood by the lake As witches were drowned and burned at the stake They worshipped me and craved power in return Instead i just stood there and watched them burn Ive strolled through feilds of heroic deceased While their freinds and family take joy their at peace I emerged from the blast as Hiroshima was decimated I laughed in hysterics as henrys wives were decapitated I

Part 1: What is Drawing? This is how I've come to understand the act of drawing. It’s best to first set the semantics (the specific meaning of the words) straight, so there are no crossed purposes. By 'drawing' I mean loosely the act of making visually representative marks on a surface. Anyone can draw. Anyone can attempt to recreate what they see in front of them - or a scene they imagine - by making marks on a piece of paper. If you hear someone say "I can't draw", slap them for me. As long as they have a moving part to which a pencil can be taped, they can draw. However, "attempt" is the operative word here... because that's all a