Maybe.

And it strikes me. Then it starts to emerge; no really it is me who is helping it emerge. A pencil in my hand and a blank paper in front, that is all I need.

It is awe-inspiring how I can give meaning to a blank space. When that beatific connection is made, I am never afraid to confront a blank space. This is the moment when all the images and voices inside my head merge as one.

I can always control the movement of the pencil in my hand to create the sublime sketch. The body is just a medium for the flow of ideas; those ideas that finally appear on the once blank space. I have been able to express a vast array of ideas through this process.

This is the beauty of sketching.

And I wonder, only wonder what if I consider the world as a blank paper too? Maybe I will be able to bring in meaning for others and myself.