I face the blank paper and it faces me.
Dots, lines and curves of color
create expressions.
I get to know them
as I continue the practice.
I try to let the sheet,
with the previous marks,
dictate each move.
Sometimes I get too eager
and stumble into my own impatience.
With forgiving acceptance
the paper, the pencils, and I
go on our humble journey
into the complex possibilities
of the simple act of drawing.