I feel the pressure in the outside world. We’re all in uncharted territory and it takes a mighty Spirit to connect without drowning in the suffering. I draw to soothe myself. Nothing fancy, more like raw sketching. This simple act is all I need to restore my faith for a little while.
I start with lines and let them go. Sometimes I get something identifiable, like this Rose. The drawing tells my story, and somehow, in that telling, I feel seen, heard, held, and loved. I highly recommend drawing this way to release stress and restore balance.
A simple sketch can reveal so much truth. This Rose feels like it’s trying to root and expand, even with a sword through its heart, held back, sitting inside a box, waiting, maybe not so patiently. The leaves and the buds feel hopeful, they’re moving, growing. The rose itself is in good shape. It seems outside forces are boxing it in, skewering it, but it won’t be put down. Ideally, something inside it, something stronger, will reveal itself and act as a guiding light through these cosmic changes.
That alone is enough.
But then there’s geometry, a way to express the true nature of the Rose. The golden light bursting through the center, where that sword pierces her heart, points to the jewels to be mined in times of great change. It’s indescribable really, the cracking open, the treasure trove. It speaks to me of each human heart’s capacity for love, even in the darkest times, and the world’s ability to right itself again.
All that, inside a drawing.
