Drawing one

Drawing is full of brain lies. We know what we are witnessing is not what it is. Yet accepting the lies make drawing one’s own relationships to a paper.
I am not someone who draws well. looking at the living room drawing by friends and hearing my son talking about representation . I felt I needed to begin. People passed away all the time in my age.
Remembering people who existed can be done with a photography. Drawing is different. It becomes a dialog between forgotten people who one wants to breath life into. Because I have currently stopped most of internet life as I took up knitting that I am not that good with either, everything this year feels like a learning. Learning about physical life. Accepting things take more time and patience