Fatma Loves to Draw!

Sharing things that make me happy:

I’m actually not a big fan of the word “doodle.” For me, it explains lazy motion with a drawing instrument. I’m not a big fan of the word “sketch,” for that too seems to hint at vacancy somewhere in the creator. I enjoy the word “draw,” which sounds much more like what really goes on. Though I’m not against the term “sketchbook,” a more accurate definition for one of these books would be “drawing book.”

After I started to draw in my sketchbooks again, I stopped having “dead time.” If I have to wait for something, I don’t see it as time wasted, but rather sketch time won. I draw while commuting. I travel mostly by train—it gives the line an extra tremble to it. I used to be rather self-conscious when drawing in public (and can still be, especially when starting a new page) but nowadays I’m much more secure. I seldom watch television these days without drawing. I often use time while on conferences or lectures to draw and sometimes feel I look rather uninterested in the lecturer; I hear while I draw, but I’m not sure what signals I send out. When i’m in my studio, I sometimes have to force myself to use ordinary paper; the sketchbook is so easy to use.

An excerpt from Mattias Adolfsson’s spreads in the book. Reading this makes me happy. I wish there was a country for sketchbookers/drawers where It’s normal to love sketching and drawing more than life itself.