my fingers are covered in gesso and paint.
there are so many beginnings to be had here, choosing one can sometimes be the challenge.
a candle flickers softly from the corner, grounding the alter that holds precious items and prayers; for while i am alone in my studio...i am not.
my sketchbook hold pages of my everyday life, quickly marked as if to preserve a precise moment in time, lately it has become my constant companion - a tool to help me evade the progression of time.
i am realizing the patience needed to absorb transition, as it ebbs and flows, much like the dance of a wave.
somedays i possess it, others, i simply do not.
poetry and images swirl among my daydreams, sometimes i am able to grasp at them, other times they allude me, simply passing through much like water through a vessel.
there was a time when this would bother me, now, it no longer does - for i understand better the dance of my thoughts - as they too merely pass through me like a guest.
music is my companion along the way, keeping time with my heartbeat, with my thoughts, with the world around me - providing soundtrack to this feature film that i find myself walking through.