To open your eyes each morning and find light pouring into your head, tapping the optic nerve and stimulating sight, isn’t it amazing? As soon as I get up, I routinely go to the window, peer through the blinds, and look outside. There’s always something interesting on the other side.
Something about the impulse to draw is as basic as this. You open your eyes and find a world outside. And all that remains is to grab something that writes and begin making lines. Maybe the first artists did something like this. How magical it must have seemed to them. How magical it truly is.
May we always have that sense of the magic of reality, how miraculous it is to gaze upon a world.