I've let this site slip for a while, not due to apathy, but due to a furious need to create artwork.
Months spent in my studio. Standing at my easel from early morning, until late in the afternoon. Many CDs later, and with numerous sticks of incense lying in ash, I create. I am unaware of the world, I am lost. At a certain point I cease to exist in the work, and the work takes over. These are the most joyous of moments.
Timeless happiness born out of the simplest of elements. Paper, charcoal, pastel.