Here’s another one from the diary. These all started out as very quick sketches(gotta be fast so they don’t notice me!), which I inked and colored later.
Drawing strangers in public is strange. It feels as if I’m violating someone’s private space, without them even noticing. The weirdest thing is how I feel some sort of connection to these people. I’ll most likely never see them again, and they most likely never saw me at all. Still, I somehow consider these guys my friends.
I guess it’s a bit the same with you.
There aren’t too many of you following this blog, and that’s really nice. When I write here I adress you, the readers, because I know that you’re there, but in reality I just write for myself. That’s just how I started out. I didn’t think anyone would care to see what I paint or write, so I’ve had no problem being very personal here.
I still get really excited when the little orange dot in the corner tells me that “someone is following your blog”. I always want to see who it is, and I’m always surprised when I find out.
I think that if I had a huge bunch of followers, that thing would disappear. I might be more cautious about what I share, and it would become less personal. And mostly, I wouldn’t be able to have some sort of idea of who it is that I’m writing to. So I’m very grateful that there aren’t too many of you.
I know very little, or nothing, about all of you. I don’t know if you are here for my art or something else, you rarely leave a comment, and I don’t actually have a relationship to you. But I’ve seen you, and you’ve seen me, in a way.
That makes me think of you as my friends (I guess that word might be too strong, but it’s the closest to what I feel.) My secret, quiet friends, whom I feel comfortable sharing my diary-pages and personal thoughts with.
So, thank you, my dear internet-crew. I’m really glad that you’re here, and flattered by the fact that you stay.
I look forward to seeing more of you.