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✏️ why i decided to draw faces of passers-by β€” and what it did to me 🎨
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Today I went outside without a camera. πŸ“ΈπŸš« I sat in the shade by the fountain, took out a notebook and pencil. βœοΈπŸ“– It was strange — after all, I was used to recording the world with words, notes, facts. But this time I decided: I want to draw. 🎨

The first thing that caught my eye was a man in a blue shirt. πŸ‘” I sat down next to him and began to sketch unnoticed. He didn’t see me, but he moved his pose — and suddenly turned around and noticed that I was drawing his mouth and jaw. "Excuse me, I'm drawing," I said. And he smiled and asked, "Is that really me?" 😊 I did. He turned out to be a wonderful man who agreed to pose for a couple of minutes. ⏳ I caught the glare of light, the curve of the face - and it was alive. ✨

I drew a woman sitting on a bench: she was holding a child's hand, silent. πŸ‘©‍πŸ‘§ Her face slightly squinted from the sun. β˜€οΈ I signed: "Mother." I wanted to know her story - but there was not enough time for this. ⏳

Then I met a girl who was reading a book. πŸ“š I came up to her and asked: what was she reading? It turned out to be a novel. πŸ’Œ She allowed me to take a photo of her page. I made a sketch of her face and added a line from the book. ✍️ She smiled and asked: "Can I draw you too?" πŸ–οΈ I nodded.

An hour and a half passed like this. ⏰ I made five sketches and began to understand: to draw is to listen. πŸ‘‚ Without words. I learned to see, to be inspired by the feelings of passers-by. It was not work, it was a game. 🎭

I think I understood why each of us is needed in this world: to notice. πŸ‘€ To see the faces behind the facades. When I drew, I was no longer a journalist, I was just an eye. πŸ‘οΈ And a little more - a heart that feels nuances. πŸ’“

In the evening, I returned home, laid out the sketches, looked at them and asked myself: "Did you really draw this?" 🏠 Yes. And I felt the happiness of a small child: I discovered a new way of being. 🌈

Now I plan to go out again tomorrow. And draw again. 🎨 My drawings can tell the world more than words. I don't take pictures, I draw. And the world responds - with every smile, stillness, word. πŸŒπŸ’¬

Try drawing a stranger someday - and you will see how your view of the world will be transformed. ✨

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