It is very very late
I am awake
Wanting .. only
-To Create
.. My wrists hurt from typing and pushing, scrolling and tapping
When it’s not drawing it’s painting.. If not that I am working digitally, my hands, wrists and fingers ache and burn and still.. I never want to stop
I had no idea that what began as a life of crayons and markers would escalate into an obsession with all medium(s)
Wanting to turn on every light and collect every tool of creation I have in possession .. To explore every avenue of accumulated knowledge and expression
It’s a craving for sure..
But not tonight.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
It is very very late
I am awake
Wanting .. only
-To Create
.. My wrists hurt from typing and pushing, scrolling and tapping
When it’s not drawing it’s painting.. If not that I am working digitally, my hands, wrists and fingers ache and burn and still.. I never want to stop
I had no idea that what began as a life of crayons and markers would escalate into an obsession with all medium(s)
Wanting to turn on every light and collect every tool of creation I have in possession .. To explore every avenue of accumulated knowledge and expression
It’s a craving for sure..
But not tonight.
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