i feel my way back around my pen. comfortable, longing and belonging fills my heart. back from my spell of creative meltdown, work now spilling from my finger tips. i feel the passion that i once did but not striving for a purpose but to forfill in my work, no, but to fill my very soul with my passion for art. any true artist will know this feeling. this is what i want to do in my life. my practise is now closer to me than anything or anyone could be. so if your lacking in inspiration or you have hit a rut. pick up a pen an draw what you feel you should. the paper is your world and the pen is your oyster.