As beat as I am tonight, I pushed myself to stay awake long enough to get a piece of art out of my system. For the longest time I’ve wanted to create a series of portraits for my all-time favorite story franchise “Harry Potter.” Tonight in spite of my drooping eyelids and head which tends to nod off I stuck to it and completed a rough composition.
While the rest of the world dreams of wild and imaginative places, artists and writers create them out of moonbeams and stardust. We substitute sleep for sensation and dreams for determination and lose ourselves in the time and world of infinite possibility.
I rest now so that I may continue my dreams at another time when the clock will once again open the door to wonderland.