Daydream and doodle a colourful real world

A JOURNO'S VOICE

- KEANAN HARMSE

A decade ago, which seemingly feels like a lifetime ago, I can recall an indescribable sense of wonder and curiosity I had as a child.

The simple sensation of allowing my paintbrush to slide and slowly dance across a blank canvas, was so therapeutic and always remains a powerful tool to express myself and the weight of the world for me.

At the age of four, surrounded by action figures, crayons and blank sheets of paper, I discovered that soon as I could sketch a house, a garden and a few stick figures, I knew I had found a passion that felt rewarding and soothing.

Despite the breathless rush of early mornings, traffic jams and tight schedules at school where we would flock to our classrooms like obedient farm animals, shifting from economics class to biology, I found drawing to be an endless escape from the chaos that parades outside those homes as well as the stress that haunts our conscience.