
2.17.2013	Deep in drawing it all dissolves: my happy life, and my anxiety, gourmet treats, inferior taste, new toys, tossing the useless, comfort seeking, pain management; the mental loops that keep me grounded. In the flow of creativity the ground receeds, and my marks are pickaxes, mountain climbing along an axis orthogonal to grasping. How do I seek the summit? I note what blooms.