Art

That breath of fresh air and that tingling sensation that stings your nose and fills your lungs. Their whisper of thank for that clean air.

A warm cup of tea, just sweet but with the bitter tang and the thick sensation of cream. Your chilly fingers wrapped around the mug and that tickle of heat.

The rush of watching a river, it's roar and utter power as it flows.

All of the above are powerful sensations that I remember and live with every day. Add them all up, and you have almost what drawing does for me. It's beyond a passion and is possibly an obsession. You don't STOP seeing art when you live it out. You breathe art in, you touch and taste it. Even if it's just with the touch of your fingertips.

It's inexplicable and undeniable, there is no greater love that God and his art or the art he has given me the gift to create.

Dusting

I'm going to dust off this old blog and start posting in it again. Simply for the fact that I need SOMEONE to rant to on a daily basis and I think your eyes will do just fine.

Fancy that, I've just sat here staring at this semi blank page for five minutes, I guess I've got nothing new to write about |D I need like...an FAQ even though the only questions I get asked frequently are, "How are you" and "Can you unload the dishwasher". Yes I think I'm capable of picking up dishes and putting them on shelves for the time being.

Until further adieu and the times my brain cooperates,

Spicy Twist,
Mad.