drawing inspiration

Drawing inspiration sounds about as impossible as painting happiness, or making joy into a sculpture. For who could get inspiration to wait long enough to be captured? What artist could convince it to sit for a portrait?

Yet which drawing could you say did not in some way draw inspiration? Hidden in every corner, lurking under every rock, just beyond the tablecloth, always present, always beyond our reach, always just outside of the range of being drawn—yet dancing on the head of the pencil, defying every medieval philosopher, and us, too. 

Everywhere and nowhere. Just waiting to be drawn.

Thank you. Let’s have a great day.