A week ago, a friend of mine wanted me to do a rough sketch of the sky line of the city where every one wants to be (that by accident i live in). As much as i tried three sketches, i hated one after the other one, and i realized that, it was more the unpleasant experience of drawing something i don't care much for, although such a forced action made meditate about all the experiences i have had in here. NYC has been an experience that gave me a lot but also took a lot from me... Why did i post this?
