He laid on the floor. Pencils, pens, brushes, color diffused water jars and ink stained cloths in perfect chaos within arms length. What a mess you thought, but you saw him. Hands, clothes and even his face covered with graphite and paint. He bit his lower lip in concentration of an attempt of perfect line and one simple dot in the exact right spot. He was not aware of your observations completely immersed in world of imagination and hunt for the right shapes, tones and compositions.
“How can it be? How can you act exactly the same way as he once did?”
Hunt for progress in progress. I know it won’t always work out as smoothly. We all have days when energy and vision aligns creating perfect result and days when everything you touch becomes complete nonsense thrown in the bin. That will not slow me down.
Song of the day: Danger - 11:03
Thought of the day: You know when it’s right
Tiny happiness of the day: More energy finally ^^