If there's anything I hate...

[avram]

...it’s when I get undressed, brush my teeth, turn everything off, lie down in bed, rest my head on the pillow, close my eyes... and the visions come.

Not visions of the future or distant places or anything interesting like that. These are bits of paintings or drawings. Small bits, without context. A few streaks of paint, with brush strokes, or a bit of cross-hatching, or an intriguing section of an inked shape, perhaps with a wash of watercolor over it. Just enough to get my hands itching to draw or paint. Just as I’m trying to sleep.

And, of course, once I’ve gotten up out of bed and turned the lights on, they’re gone. The urge to make art is strongest when I can’t fulfill it. Stupid brain.