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.