Engineering is the science of answers. There’s a right way
and a wrong way. A good decision and a bad decision. Engineers pore over numbers all day until
their left-minded brains scream out in agony.
Too many hours spent staring at a screen, trying to write a code to
reality. It’s time I went outside, saw
the light, and draw something…
Yes, draw something.
Drawing is the artist’s depiction of reality. Each brushstroke is an
equation, a universal law, the explanation for why a leaf falls in the winter in
the wind. When I draw, there’s no need to second-guess myself. I don’t have to think twice about what a
professor who lived two hundred years ago has to say about my interpretation of
reality. To me, my drawing is how I see
my world, and it is perfectly fine with me if Newton would contest the shapes
of my shadows. I drew what I saw, or even sometimes, just what I wanted to see.
And that worked. My answer was right just because I wanted it to be and I was
free to write the rules. My only limitation was the size of my paper and the
tools that I put to its glaring, white nothingness.
There’s something empowering about creating with your own
two hands. You’re in the trenches,
charcoal staining your skin, eraser peels littering your sweatshirt, until you
vanquish the empty space between the lines. After long hours, you’ve earned the
right to finish your story and hang it for all to see: a memento from an
ancient battle.
Drawing gives me a creative freedom that inspires me to
question the rules and inspire others. After discovering that my right brain
can compete with my left brain, it’s time I challenged other engineers to think
outside of the… page.
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