Some illustrations are born with clear intention.
A sketch that begins with a defined idea, moves through thought and doubt, and eventually reaches the moment when I tell myself: this is it.
But there are other illustrations too.
Illustrations that are born casually.
A small line on the screen while waiting.
A doodle without purpose, without a client, without knowing where it’s going.
Sometimes without even wanting anyone to see it.
And strangely, those unplanned ones are the ones that surprise me the most.
For many years, I believed every drawing had to justify itself.
To be “good.”
To be “worthy.”
To be something I could explain — why I made it, what it means.
Over time, I realized how suffocating that thought is.
Because when every illustration has to be a masterpiece, something closes.
The hand becomes too careful.
The line starts to try too hard.
And the joy disappears.
But when I allow myself to draw without expectation, something opens.
The line becomes freer.
A mistake turns into character.
And the drawing begins to breathe.
It’s surprising how often an illustration born with no special intention
ends up being the one people connect with the most.
Not because it’s “perfect,” but because it feels alive.
There is something deeply freeing in knowing that not everything has to be a peak.
That there is room for the in-between, for the small, for the “just because.”
Maybe that’s where something more real actually happens.
