Checking out at the grocery store recently, the young cashier liked my tote bags with my artwork on them.  She said she is an artist, too.  I asked her what she uses and she said she’s “just drawing.” I suggested that drawing is excellent and admirable.  After taking college drawing classes for a few semesters and admiring the drawing skills of many artists, I hold the practice of drawing in high regard.  Drawing can be a scribble or doodle, getting down a concept in a few lines, or a painstaking effort of hours with pencil in hand over a pad of paper.  I’ve spent moments getting an idea out or hours completing a colored pencil piece.  I’ve looked a Da Vinci and Rembrandt drawings with wonder, or a niece’s simple crayon drawing that she gifted to me with the same wonder.  I’ve met a young man who lost the ability to use his right hand to draw, so he taught himself to do beautiful renderings with his left hand.  It’s all good.