It’s a fascinating study that suggests that the production of visual art in adulthood–as compared with art appreciation–leads to greater emotional resilience. This conclusion rings true with me, especially with respect to drawing.
Drawing has always felt like meditation. When I draw, I lose sense of time. It’s a strangely soothing activity. Especially during internal medicine residency, I felt that drawing provided a perfect counterpoint to harried workdays filled with often-stressful interactions with what seemed like a hundred or more people.
Many others who get into drawing feel similarly about it.
Today, after work, I went to the MFAH‘s First Thursday Sketching event for the first time. It was fun. A kid came up to me and asked if I would teach him how to draw. I sketched an art school graduate and also sketched this skull in colored pencil: