Lately, it has all been about art: sketching, drawing, painting, daydreaming…
My hands almost never stop moving: fingers motioning to get the right strokes, the right amount of shading, making even more prominent the callus on one of my fingers as a result of consistent pencil pressure on that part.
And my eyes that unceasingly observe a variety of subjects’ (well, even non-subjects. I’m quite an observer now) proportions.
I can now truly say to myself that I am living the life of a full-fledged artist.
And then I’ll say “repeat;” the process never stops, the growing never ends.
I will always be a work in progress…
Slowly… surely… perpetually… because God continues to mold me into the person that He would like me to be.