i start to draw.
i bought brand new brushes and a box of 12-colour chinese ink.
and a box of 36-colour oil pastel.
i open them as if i opened my heart.
i open my heart as i draw.
water. liquid. liquid. diffusion. strokes. touches. hairy. fingers.
what the visual artist said was really right.
quietness is no longer mistaken when i draw.
better than words.
in complete freedom.
solitary in beauty has found me.