Cravings, cravings, do you ever feel thrilled when that craving creeps into your body?! I must paint!!!! I want to see the layers of paint accumulate on the canvas; colors and imagery growing into my psyche. In need of a fix, I'll sacrifice my health. imperfections, slight smears, greasiness and wrinkles, texture, angles, color, ambigious black fading.... thoughts are lethargically meandering through my mind. have I entered the land of canvas? where reality & dreams are translucent layers and weave through my consciousness like so many conversations and songs and moods....the atmosphere is thick like a foggy forest, night is closing in upon me...eyelids heavy with slumber's enticing whispers. What I wouldn't do to extract my heart - the mystical ingredient in a painting. Alchemy.