Midnight

Once upon a time I was creative. I am still, but it’s seemingly buried so deep it’s hard to bring it out.

I’ve been challenging myself the past couple days to keep digging. And here we are, up late at night, drawing a bird in a tree.

It’s kind of a self portrait. I find peace in the solitude and darkness while at the same time feeling like I should be at rest, or flying. And, always contemplating which it should be.