a flame

the bristles feel different these days. the figure in my hand fits perfectly as if it were built for me. we've shared many good times. the colors create a high almost. the untouched skin intimidates me. i look to the creator for inspiration. his color, lines and shapes invite me. challenge me. i know if i can just get started it will feed this need in me. it will sustain me.

the canvas stretched out before me. the subject matter unknown. i partake in the pigment. we meet and i am renewed.