Instagram: @thedrawingsunflower

The drawing sunflower is my visual translation and sometimes interpretation of the stories that find my way. Most of us can agree that stories when told and shared can make the world feel less cold and strange. If you want to share your story and see how your words can turn into an illustration, please do not hesitate and FEED ME YOUR STORIES BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE.

This is an ongoing 365-day challenge experiment of co-creation, sharing and transforming stories that need to be heard, read or seen.

The posts are divided into three segments:
. Blue backgrounds - the main seeds of the page - are for drawing your stories.
. Purple backgrounds are for drawing emotions taken from one of my favourite books, The Book of Qualities by J. Ruth Gendler.
. Green backgrounds are for drawing quotes. 

With the right flow of participation, some love and support, this page will eventually grow and have a sole focus on the stories shared. 
So help me out to MAKE IT HAPPEN 

Here's the outcome for the month of January :D 

I still wanna be a crazy architect. I wanna be artsy again. i need to stop being the pianist who never exercises. tune my lines that challenges the norms and conventions.
I’ve been jumping from one firm to the other.
Some who fired me, some who no longer had projects and some that i resigned for lack of experience.

4 years / 6 jobs / 1 person 
And still, i persist of being who i am and seek the dream that i hope one day i’ll achieve.

Story shared by a person that I'm always happy to stumble upon randomly @lcsayegh

Wherever you go, go with all your heart ~ Confucius


Anxiety is secretive. He does not trust anyone, not even his friends. Worry, Terror, Doubt, and Panic. He has a way of glomming onto your skin like smog, and then you feel unclean. He likes to visit me late at night when i am alone and exhausted. I have never slept with him, but he kissed me on the forehead once, and i had a headache for two years. He is sure nuisance to get out of the house. He has no respect for locks or curtains or doors. I speak from experience, it takes cunning to get rid of him, a combination of anger, humour, and self-respect. A bath helps too. He does not like to get wet. As a last resort, if you are not near a bathtub, wet your face with tears.

Story from the book of qualities by J.Ruth Gendler

For almost a year now, with all the changes that happened in my life I was left feeling isolated, my soul had left my body and I became a walking talking zombie that yearned for the real me to come back

Story shared by the awesome photographer @cynthiaghoussoub

"A man's heart suffers when it rains," Zorba said. "You mustn't bear it any ill will, boss. The poor wretch has a soul, too"

He stooped by a hedge and picked the little wild narcissi. He looked at them a long while, as if he could not see enough of them, as if he were seeing narcissi for the first time. He closed his eyes and smelled them, sighed, then gave them to me. "If only we knew, boss, what the stones and rain and flowers say. Maybe they call-call us-and we don't hear them. When people's ears open, boss? When shall we have our eyes open to see? When shall we open our arms to embrace everything-stones, rain, flowers, and men? What d'you think about that, boss? And what do your books have to say about it?" Zorba the Greek - Nikos Kazantzakis


Patience wears my grandmother’s filigree earrings. She bakes marvellous dark bread. She has beautiful hands. She carries great sacks of peace and purses filled with small treasures. You don’t notice Patience right away in a crowd, but suddenly you see her all at once, and then she is so beautiful you wonder why you never saw her before. 

okey… it’s my pain that i’ve been been having for about a year now. it’s like invisible to other people an doctors where i’m struggling from inside day in day out.

Each day several pain that is disabling. I can’t do any effort i can’t do sport..i can’t do most things because each time i try, i feel my pain multiplying,

trouble in concentration
no parties
no traveling etc etc…

But with all of that, I'm still fighting and hoping for better days soon

still working and getting results... warrior style. 
Story shared by the most kick ass magical person (which i'm also proud to have as my best friend) @zouz010 

The muse holds no appointments. You can never call on it. I don't understand people who get up at 9 o'clock in the morning, put on the coffee and sit down to write. ~ Glen Hansard

Well... In my case it's drawing ^^ Wish you a kick ass brilliant morning beautiful people 


Beauty is startling. She wears a gold shawl in the summer and sells seven kinds of honey at the flea market. She is young and old at once, my daughter and my grandmother. In school she excelled in the mathematics and poetry. Beauty doesn’t anger easily, but she was annoyed with the journalist who kept asking her about her favourites - as if she could have one favourite color or one favourite flower. She does not mind questions though, and she is fond of riddles. Beauty will dance with anyone who is brave enough to ask her.

Story from the book of qualities by J.Ruth Gendler

Dance has been my companion for years now. However I am, my dance is. However I changed, my companion did as well. Not matter how I feel, it manifests in the dance in the now. Expressing in dance is what I cannot do in words. Seasons change, and so do people, no matter where my path took me, I found my companion morphing like me. I jumped from the rebellious masculine teenager (hiphop), to find years later that my body is moving differently when letting it be, thus i started contemporary where i realized I myself have changed into a more mature and feminine woman. Not to my surprise, when I stepped into the spiritual path, a new form of dance found its way into my journey, since then I could say my life with my companion changed where we entered a realm of ecstasy, healing, and catharsis. I realized ever deeply how dance and the body is the key to our salvation as human beings. To say the least, through dance one can be in connection with who he is, with the people around him, and the cosmos. 

Story shared by 

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering ~ Friedrich Nietzsche


Fear has a large shadow, but he himself is quite small. He has vivid imagination. He composes horror music in the middle of the night. He is not very social, and he keeps to himself at political meetings. His past is a mystery. He warned us not to talk to each other about him, adding that there is nowhere any of us could go where he wouldn’t hear us. We were quiet. When we began to talk to each other, he changed. His manners started to seem pompous, and his snarling voice sounded rehearsed. 

Two dragons guard Fear’s mansion. One is ceramic and Chinese, The other is real, if you make it past the dragons and speak to him close up, it is amazing to see how fragile he is. He will try to tell you stories. Be aware. He is a master of disguised and illusions. Fear almost convinced me that he was a puppet-maker and i was a marionette. 

Speak out boldly, look him in the eye, startle him. Don’t give up. Win his respect, and he will never bother you with small matters.

Story from the book of qualities by J.Ruth Gendler

I'm going through a lot of learning while traveling. And the most thing that's on my mind and I keep getting into is learning to let go
All this travel is about learning to let go.
You kinda see how much we get stuck on a lot of things
Get stuck on fear
Or people
On places
On desires
I don't know... This might be vague
But that's what I'm going through
It's amazing cause you meet a lot of people from all around the world
And you're like a sponge absorbing everything. The country the culture the food the people the experiences

Story shared by one hell of a spirited person @yungandhi

All the really good ideas I ever had came to me while I was milking a cow. ~ Grant Wood


Stillness will meet you for tea or a walk by the ocean. You must be gentle when you approach her. She is more sensitive than we can even imagine and she does not explain herself much. Sometimes i bring her flowers - not because she needs them (she tends several gardens) - but because i am better able to meet her when i am carrying flowers. Her favourite time is dawn.

Story from the book of qualities by J.Ruth Gendler

The girl with no home

So, here you are
Too foreign for home
Too foreign for here
Never enough for both

Story shared by @karamcri

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. ~ Charles Bukowski

The wind,

The wind is a gossip. Not in a malicious way. She just liked to move around and stir things up. She runs through the fire barefoot and has no fear of heights. She carries big blue bowls of rain with her. She plays the flute and loves all kinds of sounds. Her laughter fills the sky. The wind is a wonderful storyteller. I still remember how she introduced me to the Qualities when i was a child.

Story from the book of qualities by J.Ruth Gendler

I had a piano teacher once. He was very pushy, very annoying and he was always angry not liking anything… this situation made me question whether i had any talent or not.

One time he really hurt my feelings by telling me that i shouldn't play the piano and i should go home. I tried to give up playing. At that time i hated everything!! but i really was into music so i practiced day and night to the extent where my fingers hurt. My last piano exam i got 90/100 and too many compliments from the jury.

i realized afterwards that teachers need to stop being so pushy and so strict, some teachers are very narrow minded. Kids are human beings and so sensitive, they are not robots or machine. They should find a way to inspire kids. For me piano is fun, music is fun, that’s why i always try to come up with new FUN ideas to teach my students.

Story shared by my awesome pianist friend @karlazzz 

Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. ~ Dr. Seuss 


Wisdom wears an indigo jacket. She takes long walks in the purple hills at twilight, pausing to meditate at an old temple near the crossroads. She was sick as a young child so she learned to be alone with herself at an early age.

Wisdom has a quiet mind. She likes to think about the edges where things spill into each other and become their opposites. She knows how to look at things inside and out. Sometimes her eyes go out to the things she is looking at, and sometimes the thing she is looking at enters through her eyes. Questions of time, depth, and balance interest her. She is not looking for answers.

Story from the book of qualities by J.Ruth Gendler

I have a thing that I'm struggling with which is time. Time management. Making use of time. Not having enough time.

Too much work and no time to play music makes Cyrill feel like a dull boy.

Story shared by @cyrillreaidy

Control is about as real as a one-legged unicorn taking a leak at the end of a double rainbow ~ Mr Robot


Despair papered her bathroom walls with newspaper articles on acid rain. For years she worked with abused children. She has documented how we all suffer from malnourishment based on insufficient amounts of love. She has investigated how the pain of concentration camp survivors has been transmitted from one generation to the next "through disturbance in the parent / child relationship" Not only the children but the grandchildren and their children.

Despair is overworked and overwhelmed. She has a heart condition. In her dreams the war was everywhere. She is not lying or exaggerating. Still, it is difficult to be around her. There is no arguing with her. She is persuasive, eloquent and undeniably wee-informed, if you attempt to change her mind, you will come away agreeing with her. She has stopped listening to music.

Story from the book of qualities by J.Ruth Gendler

It's like you live in two worlds and it bothers you to know you can never be up to standards in a normal world. not because u don't fit in it and surely you wouldn't want to, but the loneliness eats you up especially for the ones that don't like being alone.

Story shared by @puuksters

Always take a banana to a party, bananas are good! ~ Tenth Doctor


Discipline does not disappear forever, but she does take vacations from tome to time. By nature she is a conservative person, and yet she lives radical life. Guided by a sense of inner necessity, she works hard and takes many risks. When Discipline was a teenager too poor to afford dance classes, she skipped lunch to pay for her lessons.

Discipline has a strong sense of order. However, when things are too neat she feels compelled to mess them up. She has a complex relationship to form. She has a complex relationship to from. She appreciates the necessity and dangers of structure. She understands that the same structure which supports you can also hold you back. The bones of the skeleton which support the body can become the bars of the cage which imprison the spirit. After Discipline has mastered a form, she is free to improvise. 

My story is that of a woman who loved with all her heart, and who didn’t know how to do things half way. it was black or white, all in or all out. but she’s been through many rebirth moments, each one changing her, transforming her memories into swirls of grey.

I´m going through another rebirth now.

My heart´s wall that has been black for so long, is longing to break free, and it is making me feel very vulnerable and fragile. i knew that once the question became clear, i had to find the courage to answer it.

It has been a long time, and my heart, once hopeful, then broken, then lost, then reconstructed, then surviving, then content, now wants to be joyful and singing and loved. another color wants to emerge, transforming, another swirl.

Story from the beautiful soul @joumanamattar

Envy is ignorance, imitation is suicide ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson


Courage has roots. She sleeps on a futon on the floor and lives close to the ground. Courage looks you straight in the eye. She is not impressed with powertrippers, and she knows first aid. Courage is not afraid to weep, and she is not afraid to pray, even when she is not sure who she is praying to. When courage walks, it is clear that she made the journey from loneliness to solitude. The people who told me she stern were not lying, they just forgot to mention that she is kind. 

Story from the book of qualities by j.Ruth Gendler

Repetition is a bitch.

The more you change environments the more you meet people you will never see again in your life. 
I have become allergic to small talk with people I meet randomly knowing very well the same questions will be repeated with similar answers. They work jobs I don’t understand and are in a state I cannot relate to or was not given enough time to relate to. And poof they are gone! As if they never passed through.
Not sure if we crave change, we want people to come in and have an impact on us or leave a mark. It is scarce to find this. 
These conversations are like negative film strips, you flick through them quickly, they are not clear. You can only see them better with light. And light becomes time. 
Or I’m the bitch.
Not sure.

Story shared by @suusshhh
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