I can't remember the last time I sat down at the kitchen table in a quiet house, opened up a sketchbook and put pen to paper, brush to paint. It's been far too long I know. Although I have a degree in studio art the pressure to create has always been a burden for me. I often get discouraged before I even begin knowing that I won't be able to execute the images that are so clear in my head. Feeling I should be a better artist than I am. Feeling like a fraud. But recently I've felt these bright sparks, a kindling of ideas; inspiration that resonates so deeply that I know I possess an innate ability to create - however that may manifest, I will welcome it.