Ryu's Blog

I don’t have any of my childhood drawings anymore, but I remember drawing in a similar way to my son when I was in primary school: pressing hard with harsh lines, often getting proportions wrong, and being impatient with details (I still am). Although my technique has improved over the years, there’s an innocent charm in my son’s drawings that suggests he sees the world differently. While I can’t go back in time to experience that perspective again, the cliché about reliving our childhood through our children feels surprisingly true.