Every movement is intentional.
Every stroke, dot, curve.
Not one happens without my direction.
It all falls into place without knowing where it will end.
The orchestration is magic, the evolution magnetic.
The gift is to myself, staying the course, loyal to not the design or idea, but to myself.
And see what flourishes from the depth of me through the tip of my pen is a micro-revolution.
A reminder that what I create is not a picture, but the flow and space to flow.
Space to be, to dance, to thrive.