Drawing Perspective Vincent An

The entire external world is a blur. There is nothing but the sound of lead scratching paper that may occasionally break the soothing sound of silence. Everything has lost its relevance - everything except the mess in front of me. As my eye traces the paper’s surface, my mind absorbs the array of details. Calmly, I take in the little inconsistencies between what is on the canvas and what I envision in my head. There is a noticeable incongruity; perhaps not to the untrained eye, but to me, the creator, minute discrepancies are everywhere.

I breathe in. Like Alice falling into Wonderland, I spiral away from the real, conscious world, and into an enchanted realm. It is here, in this state of mind, that I am most at home. In this trance, I am able to experiment and plan freely, without the constraints of peripheral judgment, human necessities, or time. It is not that I have forgotten about the existence of the outer world’s appraisal, the ever-growing presence of hunger and fatigue, or the subtly ticking clock on the wall that is shouting for me to do homework and go to sleep. Rather, I have chosen to ignore their existence and focus on the beautiful challenge at hand. In this moment, I am lost in a state of simple persistence,...