The other day I drew a bunch of pictures and doodles with my son and daughter.
I kept their wild drawings and threw mine out.
Their coloring and random lines, dots, scribbles, and crinkles on colored pieces of construction paper were cool looking. Endearment? Possibly.
It was a fantastic depiction of randomness and creativity.
My own sketch of some ocean waves (that I’ve been doodling on notebook paper forever) looked simple, unrefined, and lacking.
I sure can’t draw like Jonas, but I’ll keep trying, or perhaps one of them will become artists.
This article here, “What Happens to Creativity as We Age?” is worth a read and probably explains why I have trouble drawing/doodling new pictures.