I am at a turning point, some new chapter that is slowly writing its words on my days, and I am growing with ideas that penetrate the walls of my mind, pushing through my veins, waiting, deciding, what paper to use, how much to use, what color to draw in, what color to wash it down....
And when it does come, this jolt of energy; I break through, interacting with my paper, with the music in my ears, and the pencil in my hand; tracing my thoughts onto heavy paper, and erasing the errors in my judgement...pushing, destroying, erasing, washing...
I feel good.