|I miss you sooooo much, sugar!~|
Is that normal?
Paper and PencilI stare at the whiteness in front of mePaper and Pencil by moonstone8959
I worry slightly.
Would what happened make me any different?
The smell of disinfectant no longer surrounds me
The needle in my hand is gone
I'm clothed in my own comforts now.
But I worry.
I lightly sketch
and slowly, the image in my mind comes to life.
The lines darken
and the forms become more solid
Soon, colors splash onto the white.
It looks like I worried for nothing.
Ink reigns in the red and black, then...
My hand suddenly shakes.
My arm twitches and makes the point
jerk in a direction I didn't intend.
I hide it behind a darker blackness.
I hide the crooked lines behind more.
Perhaps I was simply out of practice.
I love art, but I'm still learning. I'll always be learning, continuously, as long as I live.|
My art... is in all the pieces that I create- my drawings, as well as the words that I write.
My thoughts, and ideas.
There's always a way to reach your dreams... never, EVER, give up!