It's about 1:30 am.
A steamy summer night and my fan is on full blast by the window due to the lack of air conditioning in this tiny house of mine.
No sleep for me tonight, for my mind is full of images and colours and sounds and they need to come out.
I must let them out.
But how, with these unworthy hands, can I recreate such things to be as worthy as they should be? Don't try, don't try, don't try.
Just be. Just let loose.
Let is fall from you and splash from your head to your fingertips and let them glide to the harmony of your beating heart.
Make art. Be art. Just be.