This was a day spent in the hospital with family as my mother-in-law underwent surgery. All has turned out well, and the healing begins. At times like these, it is nice to settle into the rhythm of ink on paper. The flow of the ink as it glides along the surface of this special handmade paper is soothing. Like an old friend, I know each mark before as it unfolds, telling a story of beauty and movement as timeless as the fountain itself. What therapy drawing is, and at the end of my fingertips all of the time. Painting number 1672 in 1672 days.
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