Hey.

I was born
this way.

Two 
dimensions.

Two 
little eyes.

A few 
lines.

That was enough.

But
one day,

I tried
to draw
myself

…I know.

My drawing
skill
is horrible

So I asked
AI to help.

Wow.

Even my
terrible
drawing…

…looks
better
now.

And then…

AI made
me 3D.

I have fur.

Depth.

Details.

Even a 
backside.

I didn’t 
even know

I needed 
a backside.

So…

Why am I 
still drawing?

AI can 
draw better.

It can make 
me prettier.

It can fix 
my mistakes.

If someone
else can
make everything
better…

What is the
point of
me trying?

Is making
something really
about making
the best thing?

It isn’t
about being
better.

Maybe I
draw
because…

This is
the part…

…that only
I could
have made.

It 
remembers…

…that I tried.

Maybe 
that’s
enough.

Maybe
the meaning
isn’t
the picture.

Maybe 
it’s
the hand

that 
keeps
drawing.