When the call to make sounds the trumpet, emphatically vibrating that space beneath your breastplate, reverberating energy. Color and rhythm flow out into the world, until the brush of your soul has saturated every last surface that lies before your eyes. There is no choice but to answer the call with a heart open wide, pour yourself out in colors and lines…
And create.
![Blind Contour [Ink on paper]](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/65fe12baecaaa9388749e792/fb96cbe5-3d74-45bb-baa7-80768a8fe0fa/CE437C9F-8850-4189-A102-DF68DE7C5C57.jpg)
