My materials are living beings.
Paper steadily breaths as pencil moves on the surface.
Frame stands tall, proudly displaying the fabric’s taught appearance.
Canvas rejects liquid, needing to be wooed by the touch of brush.
Then, it retreats into itself as water absorbs.
Graphite crawls, seeping into the threads of canvas, weeping.
It whispers while crossing over paper, grunting when it breaks through.
Remaining grounded in the moment, I notice these happenings.
In these moments, the materials become an extension of myself.