I don’t think that I draw well.
Sometimes I draw and think to myself: why did I do something this way or why did I do that another way? But I can’t stop drawing, because when I don’t draw, that means I do nothing and that makes me feel horribly sad. When I draw, I am not here, I am somewhere else. And maybe that attracts me in artistry most. I don’t know… taken from Syzyf by G.Aslanyan