I can't even get a photo to upload today. I must be in the middle of production. My emotions are going off like bad chinese fireworks left in the rain, dried in an old barn and lit 6 years later without a thought. No pretty fountains of inspiration, only side shooting fire and dense smoke.
Past the thoughts of the perfect piece, the coordinated masterpiece. Charge on past the classical process and pondered stroke. Charge on to manifest what you pray is a genuine essence in this pile of junk, these ramblings and bits of work.
Charge on to the deadlines, and reach them alive.