There was a time in my life when I could draw mostly anything that I looked at. It was one of those skills I had perfected at the unripe age of 9. It mostly came from practice and the passion for wanting to draw anything. I was like a hawk perched atop of the world, looking down at things but instead of looking for a juicy morsel, I was looking for a subject to draw.
I met Jose that same year. He was the first kid my age that could draw. Before that, there was only me. We became good friends after that. He could draw people from his head, something I couldn't do. He used no visual reference at all, at least not any I saw. He even showed me how. Apparently, he memorized muscles from the exaggerated versions of super heroes and so his interpretation of them were these bubbles that conveyed the message that they were muscles. I wish I had a copy of it. It looked pretty cool. Still, I could not understand how he had memorized those things. I had memorized songs, and other things, but never muscles or faces, but heck, I was impressed by the skill and so I sought to learn how to do it myself. The feeling was exactly like the one I got when my cousin first showed me how he drew those little figurines for me. I wrote a step by step blog that showed how he did it (at least how I remember him doing it).
To this day I still get that feeling when I finish a project. Thanks to Adam and Omar, this project has been finished.
