I was scrolling through photos, this image caught my eye.
A captive, a prisoner; I started to think about how we all become
captives of our own self constructed realities. While I love the digital
world and believe that is where my creative muse lies; I am so
tuned to ink it brought me back to the brush. A prisoner of tradition.
I'm not sure how long this will last or if it should. I think I just need
a balance; perhaps a few days per week that contain brush and the
remainder in digital. Balance