By iamguchidanart on Skatehive
This is a poem I wrote for this drawing Titled : Solitude In the quiet hours when the chaos of the world grows loud, I sit with myself. No voices calling, no footsteps rushing past. Just the soft breath of the room and the slow turning of thought. At first the silence feels strange, like an empty chair at a table. But if you stay long enough, it begins to speak. The mind settles. Not all at once. Little by little, like leaves falling back to the ground. Old worries loosen their grip. Questions starts crippling. And somewhere beneath it all a calm voice rises. Not in the crowd. Not in the praise of others. But in this small, quiet space where you finally meet yourself. Solitude is not loneliness. It is a gentle return. A place where the mind rests and the heart learns to believe again. materials Charcoal and crayon on paper 8 X 11 inches progress Below are my process shots Final work