I sit at my desk in my room, drawing. With neat strokes with a pencil, I draw line by line on the landscape sheet. It turns out a portrait, of which many are already stored in albums. I often draw the same face, which, thanks to my dreams, is remembered in great detail.

Today I had just one of those dreams. And now, while there is time before the start of my studies, I draw this face with inspiration. Gently, with love, I apply each line, trying to convey the image undistorted, the way it always appears to me.

After some time, I finish the drawing and admire the creation...