GregoryTheGuitar

Silence..! There she is weighted, Eye's heavy with concentration,  Blaring down on her, the silence, urging her to re-evaluate the details. Silence, an immense pressure as if her life is in peril, As if her very existence requires her to continually scratch at the paper, To remain perfecting each line, every shade of color until it is exactly what her imagination compels the hand to create. As she works, she is blind to everything but her creation,  It is the only thing that matters.   Pieces. Fragments of her soul. Through the pencil. They Flow.   It is finished, brought to life by her own sacrifice of time and spirit.  The