I was on a quest. Looking for something, finding something, not finding something and eventually abandoning.
Then I found something again. Kids. Colouring. The power of a pencil.
The quest became stronger. I found something again. Something I've always been drawn too, but lost during the search.
I draw once again, I find stillness I'd forgotten.
I’ve lived a year between incredible inspiring creatures. They stirred something awake again inside of me.
The word, the image, the feeling whenever I feel lost has always been one and the same.
And yet I forgot.
The warmth, the tenderness, all in the powerful and strong body of a horse.
No longer a quest for. I found.