It was bound to happen some time. The question was always when, When will I be free of the block in my mind? Today is the day it would seem. I am genuinely happy and satisfied with something that I drew today, for the first time in what feels like forever. A welcome change is an understatement. I feel overwhelmed like a whole aspect of me is kind of taking a running leap back into me. I hope sincerely it doesn't leave me again. Drawing is my release.

It is the joy in the release of emotions. and the challenge of creating something that wasn't there before. Yet in my art I feel at times that I am bringing out something that is already there. I have heard a great number of carvers say, "I don't really know what I'm carving when I start, I just bring out whats in the wood." Well, as strange as it sounds when I am drawing thats what I feel. I feel I am drawing out the image that was already there. It's hit and miss though. SOmetimes the image is everything I want, and other times, it's completely disappointing. yet I keep on trying and pushing myself. It's in the pushing myself that I have come to realize that, I over do it sometimes. I had drawn so much in a short period of time, about 6 months that I was burned out. Yet I always find myself doodling. What is it about art, that keeps me coming back?

The release from the dregs of society? The joy in seeing something being born? Perhaps it's the happiness I feel when someone says they like my work or hate it. As an artist it feels best to be told that others enjoy our work, but I am flattered to hear that someone disliked my work as well, provided they tell me why. As artists it is our job, to stir the emotions rolling around inside us in some way. To see a smile or a frown when someone sees my work is the true reward. The escape from the doldrums of everyday life? Yeah thats important too. I hope to continue pushing new things out, and hopefully all will look as good to me as this one does. If not, well the art still served it's purpose it made me angry.