After 35 years I’ve decided to try to draw again. Life has slowed down and there’s no reason to think I need to prove myself to the world any longer. Through the years my hands have been split open, sewn up, bones broken, burned, and arthritic. I have to re-learn how to hold a pencil, control and manipulate it. My mind has been diseased by modern society. Learning to relax is an ongoing transition. I’m not learning from anyone and I really don’t have a subject. My drawing table is from Craigslist. My supplies are from Walmart. I’m not a trained professional, this is just an exercise in futility.