She hovers over a world spilling from the edge of her fine-tip pencil. Omnipresent, She breathes life into visions only she had seen; we may catch a glimpse as each new line creates a brand new reality; She's like God and this is Genesis.
I wonder is this her passion, or a talent she felt forced to nurture? Does she draw her inspiration from her imagination or her reality? Does she burn the pages that weren't quite right?
Does she immortalize strangers in the same way that she now lives on this page?
I want to enter her world- maybe escape for a while- and see how she colors her black and white daydream.
She reminds me of someone- Someone I once intimately knew. I see a spark of genius, and a love for things that she can easily erase.