Every Now and Then

My first work of this year, breaking my silent streak. I did not have my materials, and grasped at what was available in the smallest hours. There's something magic about being so compelled to create that you cannot sleep, so you do so in a zombie-like state, incapable of criticizing or over analyzing. You're just a vessel that the work manifests through. It has a life of its own, and you simply breathe it into existence. Then when the job is done and your reserves are spent, you sleep, and upon waking, aquatint yourselves. That is one of my favorite feelings- almost sacred to an artist. Perhaps that's when the unfiltered soul shows itself to us to tell us something. Perhaps I simply need more sleep.