Illustration by Börkur Sigurbjörnsson
The lecture was terribly boring so I entertained myself by doodling. I really enjoyed drawing, shaping patterns, animals, trees and people. I considered myself an artist even if I did not make a living from my work.
The world, however, was more hostile to my creations. This is not art, it said. This is vandalism, said the world, as if my shapes were an offense to humanity.
“Hey!” the man sitting in front of me in the lecture hall suddenly shouted. “You’re drawing on my jacket!”
My point exactly. The world has no appreciation for the fine arts.