Take my hand and trust the paths that lead us here.
Hearing your panting, It doesn't matter what I'm looking at, holding your hand makes it the most interesting.
We find and make our adventures in every area we walk together.
As we quietly struggle to the destination I look past the dirt and sweat and see beautiful determination.
One more corner, one more bend in the path, one more ridge, up further and deeper in.
We all have dreams and so many of our dreams are left unfulfilled and unfinished. This is one reason why I'm not letting the feeling of incompleteness to influence my desire or decision to work on something. I feel like so often I get lost in the recognizable, and forget about the smaller details that lead to the finality of a piece. I feel like what often gives "art" soul is not necessarily in the clarity or perfection of an image, but at in the recognition of humanity and honesty present in the works. I feel like art across the ages has always been about attempting to portray the soul or most ephemeral aspects of something. The clarity within the individualistic nature of lines of the line maker is asunique as someone's signature. It's as though it could be a thumbprint hidden within the nature of each individual line.
It's a nice feeling to look through a series of lines and see what jumps out from the page. When each line dictates the next, and when there is a constant desire to achieve spontaneous creations, it's rewarding to see what is able to come into existence with little help from you. It gives each peace a sense of being something grander than itself.
