it always amazes me to see how the work progresses...
...sometimes I fall in love with what I have from the very beginning-and i struggle to move forward because I want to cradle what looks pure, raw and innocent...
...but as i progress, the drawing hand becomes violent / aggressive -
and what was once innocent and pure is suddenly confused and chaotic.
it screams potential in all directions but
it hasn't quite figured out where to go or what do to next...
...and that's when the drawing hand goes for the unexpected-
eyes closed - it makes a bold move-
a rapid gesture - there is no turning back :
...to be continued