the rain falls gently on the skylight above me,
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.
