After months of feeling disconnected from my first love, Art, I'm finally picking up the brush and getting back to it. I hit a wall with my creating, unsatisfied with it's direction, and displeased with every creation. It was as if I saw the work I wanted to create but couldn't realize it. Trapped by my own vision. I've been reading more however and books are an amazing source of inspiration for me. One book in particular made it painfully clear to me that art is a process that takes many years to perfect, if perfection is even the point. I needed to just jump back in. And so I did. big kiss, bekuh
