Imagine this, you sit down at your desk crowded with materials stained with pencil lead from past art and set down a white sheet of paper. You begin to draw soft shapes and lines for your base, and then eventually outline it with something like a mechanical pencil. The image on the paper really makes you reflect how much your skill has improved, think back to how you could hardly draw the chin on a person. It gives you a sensation of pride and you admire the finished image in front of you, until you realize that it isn’t finished. You still have to color, shade and add highlights. You feel the thoughts racing in your mind like runners on a race track. You gaze at your drawing, look at all the details you hunched your back for that could be potentially ruined by the touch of a marker. The sketched detail you drew could be filled with too much ink from the marker. You could add too thick of a layer with colored pencils. You could color outside the lines and make it look messy and out of order.

Overall though, you could color in the whole thing and not have it look right. You don’t want to ruin it and want to keep it as a black and white sketch.

At the same time though, it would look so pretty, vibrant and overall finished. With a hesitant hand, you pick up your giant pack of alcohol markers and yank the cap off with a click. The sharp smell of the marker makes your nose twinge and your eyes squint. You gently place the marker on the area of the drawing you want to color in and slowly drag the marker across the paper. With each stroke and layer of every color, the drawing begins to pop out and become more appealing to the eyes. After all the extra lines and highlights, you look back at your drawing from a view where you can see the whole thing. The colors compliment each other, and the overall drawing looks like it could hang in a museum. A volcano of dopamine explodes all over you and your pride and ego twists your face into a smile.

After admiring it for a good two minutes, you grab a magnet out of one of the drawers, run down the stairs and stick on the fridge for your family to see, forever a memory of your one billionth picture.

AWESOME!