I love waking up in the morning, rolling over, opening my eyes, and there staring me right in the face is a sketch I did the night before. I get so delighted at seeing the image I don’t even really remember creating. The sketch itself has usually come through late at night while sitting in bed. It’s manifestation a channeling of sorts. I just bust out the paper and pen, without any predetermined idea about what I’m going to draw and I just start making marks. Exhausted and satisfied, I float off into sweet sleep! That’s when I get to wake up to being amazed by my own little self!