Books Of István Orosz
Why did I become a writer? Of course I’m not a writer. I’m a simple draftsman, everyone who knows me knows that. It is not well known, but drawing appeared as an independent genre of fine art some time during the 19th century. Of course, people had been drawing before, too, but those drawings were only sketches, drafts, and plans for some later work. Notes, marginalia put in parentheses that were closer in function to writing than painting. Traveling further back in time, when few could write or when there were no letters, drawings replaced texts. More precisely, drawing was writing itself. The most natural means of preserving thoughts. (There were, of course, abnormal cases that must really only be mentioned in parentheses, for example, a blind Greek, called Homer, who wasted 140 lines of hexameter to describe a single shield, although if he saw, he could have drawn it with a few lines.) Hence, if I say I am a writer, I simply say, I’m a draftsman.