Beginning. How to begin. Making, drawing, playing are crucial for my survival. I attempt to chisel a nook in each day, a tiny capsule cave to crawl inside of and play. To be without a space for expression, for even a week creates a blockage. A toxic sewage build up that implodes in various guises unrelated. If too much time passes without visiting that cave, going back there is scary. Picking up a brush, a tool, an instrument is no longer natural and freeing, but brimful of pressure and fear. A friend shared this and it is a helpful mantra in moments of creative vulnerability.