Gold in the form of paper

Ahhh.

A breath of relief escapes my lips, and I must say, relaxed as I am I still find it hard to stand still. Not sure what the cause of this new energy is. But it is so hard to sit still! Mind is fraught with ideas of THINGS to draw but each time I sit I find myself standing again to find another instrument I need to draw. I'm currently clearing an area on the kitchen table to house me for a while. Who knows what will be strewn across pages when I'm done today.

A few days ago I was introduced to an artist by the name of Amanda. Holy cow. So beautiful! It was odd how juxtapose we were from each other. She does with a pen(JUST A PEN) what I do with a pencil, and we spent a few brief moments staring at each others works. So delicate and full of life! I couldn't help but think how rough and messy my own was to hers, something I've often wondered if it's a good or a bad thing(the messy nature of my work; I've learned to embrace it since cleaning has LONG proved to be near impossible). Long since I've stopped comparing my work to others(i.e. OH CRAP! I'm different.....does that make me a horrible artist?! I better start changing myself or no one will appreciate me!! thank goodness I'm over that phase), but I still find the differences fascinating.

Perhaps this is the source of my sudden artistic surge. I found myself restless the last couple of days. I've since purchased a rather large note pad(11x14 125LB acetate mmmm yummy!) and a set of scrumptious pens. Ah ink, how long I've forsaken you. It was horrible, I know. But now armed with Ray's col-erase pencil I think we can work things out again. That and if I can find my color pencils....

But I digress again.

I was once again driven to wander for a bit and found my way to a book store. My mind has been all over the place lately so I picked up a book on numerology and chakra. I've always been interested by such things ever since I found that my Grandad, logical psychiatrist that he was, was deeply intrenched in hypnotism. And my father, man of science and sense that he is, had even at one point dabbled in yoga. Also that in years passed, various 'wise' men of the ancients used x drug for x visions. So does that mean they were just wacked out, or is there something beneath it all that modern society buries so that the truth lost for a new age to shape how it pleases? You never know for sure until you look for yourself eh? Part of the whole 'wants to learn everything' goal that I have.

Ramble over. Have some more M-flo while I release all this energy via drawing!