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Going back to drawing like a child

Picasso said: “It took me my whole life to learn to draw like a child.”

And every time I think of this phrase, I feel it deeply mine.

I don't perceive it as a famous quote, but as a confession.

Maybe because every time I find myself in front of a canvas, I feel the need to experience that same simplicity.

It's not easy.

It takes courage to forget everything you've learned.

To let go of the rules, the technique, the idea of how a painting “should” be.

To put aside even the fear of making mistakes.

But it's only in that moment, in those few times when I strip myself of everything, that I feel something real being born.

When I can look at colors without thinking, follow a gesture without wondering where it will lead, trust that impulse that comes from within, then yes, there is something pure there.

Maybe this is what it means to “become a child again”:

don't be naive, but free.

Don't forget what you know, but choose not to be trapped by it.

Stop judging every sign, every choice, and just be there .

Sometimes I realize that the more I try to control, the further I distance myself from the silent truth that painting offers me.

And then I try to breathe, to let everything go.

Only in this way can I truly create.

Creating just for the sake of it, with enthusiasm, curiosity, and confidence.

It is a conscious abandonment, letting oneself be guided by something internal, something authentic.

Perhaps it is there, in that moment of total freedom, that art is truly born.

 
 
 

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