I escaped work while the sun was still pounding the earth with heat. As I drove home, I passed an art supply store when a feeling caused me to turn my car around and go in. I went in not sure of what I would come out with, as the act of creating art has always brought on anxiety. I thought of getting a blank canvas to hang on my wall as I am constantly inundated with visual art, and how serene it might be to have a blank white canvas on my white wall. No, I would never get around to buying paints to put on that canvas. It would be a long time. I opted for a sketch pad and artist tape. Maybe I could move past my art anxieties and scribble something down and tape it on my wall. Temporary. No pressure and I could rummage through my art books for ideas. Taking a moment for self preservation was like a small exhale.
