As I sat in the studio, the windows rattled, the sound of charcoal scratching on paper mixed with random shifting of papers, creating a unique rhythm.
I kept looking between the model and the paper, my hands moving vigorously on the white surface. Gradually, something began to take shape from the lines and marks.
My habit was to draw from the top of the model and work downwards, leading to a greater emphasis on the upper parts of the body. However, I often felt something missing.
I continued with my usual way of drawing.
"Draw from the feet as if drawing a growing tree." A soft voice echoed in the studio. I placed the charcoal at the bottom of the paper and looked up to see the model.
There was a tree. The torso had become a thick trunk, and the arms looked sturdy and spread out, owning the space around it.
I moved my hands upwards, following the growing tree, and when I looked back at the paper. The lines firmly grew from the ground.