Some days are long.
Some weeks are REAAALLLY long.
Our perception of life can cause stress.
Art is where I breathe.
Where I find my voice.
Where I check in and see how I am.
Honesty is found through my hands.
Through movement and form.
Through color and line.
Tonight, as I unwind like a spinning top, my sketchbook is open and my soul is sorting itself out.
Peace be with you.
Peace be with me.