I feel anxious when I don't draw. If enough time goes by I'll inevitably end up feeling this tingling discomfort. It's easy to overlook where I am and natural the passing of time. For a week to go by as if it had barely happened, for January to have been yesterday. The antidote I keep coming back to is art. To grab a pen, write down the time and place, and acknowledge, with seeing eyes, where I am.
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