why I'm drawing so much recently

Drawing is easy. 

It has become my preferred art to practice at this time.

It's an effective creative outlet. It is cathartic. I'm good at it. It's stress relieving. I have a loyal following of about 10 people who seem to like it. 

People don't ask uncomfortable questions about it. I drew a pretty bird. There's not much else to probe there.

I have about 10 blog posts sitting in drafts right now full of the kinds of things that occupy my mind while I absently paint. Things that stem from books or podcasts, mostly out of anger or desire for change or just random observations.

They are the kinds of things that invite probing. So, many will probably sit there for a while.

There's a kind of emotional attachment to my own words that I don't experience with my visual art.

When I share, I share exactly what I want to share. When I share beyond what I'm comfortable with, a line I've only shakily developed over years of treading the ambivalent waters of the Internet, I regret it pretty quick.

Yes, a purpose of artists of all mediums, is to ask and to ignite questions.

But if I spur someone to think, I prefer you pursue that thought elsewhere.

Find sources.

Consult other thought leaders.

When the situation and attitude is right I am happy to sit and discuss any ideas suggested. But confrontations and Internet comment quips aren't it. 

I have no one in particular in mind as I write this. I have multiple unrelated incidents in mind. And of course, every comment section ever is rife with the kind of strife I want to avoid. The less I write the less I have to put up with that. 

Drawing is more comfortable for me for now.