Drawing

Lines so smooth, so straight charcoaled so dark, waiting for more waiting, for a guiding hand to sense the way across the emptiness the amateur chalk, wilfully trying to impress upon the page; darkness, lightness, an individual movement, to express the picture at hand lines, are created like divisions pushing on, wanting desperately to just get it right; erase that shade straighten that point, to conquer, to quell a restless spirit an inner spirit that needs to deviate, to deepen the gap between conscious and unconscious, and the insatiable need just to focus on the task at hand and not on a distracting need to please!