Walking out of the art store with only a red and blue pen.
Sharing a bottle of wine and asking of a friend
“Here is a blank space, make a mark”.
To flow, dash, dot without thought
just a lot of talk and the passing of a pen.
Sometimes I force my friends to make.
It’s because I love them, because I love to see the child come out within them, because I need to believe that we all have it freely.
To play. To make without explanation.
To enjoy the process, the collaboration just as much as the finished piece.
And by finished, I only mean the bottle is empty and it’s time to sleep.
Our eyes are heavy and there is a long road of dreams to travel.
Till tomorrow or whenever I can force a pen back in your hand.