The Drawings began to Evolve

Like any experiment, repetition brought refinement. Each night, I learned a little more—how to hold the compass without tension, how to let the pen glide instead of pushing it, how the slightest pressure shift could make a circle flawless or flawed. My hand grew steadier. Mistakes appeared less often.

The work started earning its own weight. What once felt like practice became craftsmanship. Designs grew more complicated, not by force, but because the skill invited them. I began planning more, thinking ahead, yet still surrendering to what appeared on the page. It was a balance between intention and discovery.

Through thousands of circles, mastery wasn’t a moment—it was a slow unfolding. Pride followed practice. The drawings evolved because I did.