blick

Here. Let's add to thing list of things that make me glow, and spark, and fire and fury, and passion and soar.

Dick Blick, or any other art supply store. Where I can smear pastels over test sheets and smell pads of 70lb textured drawing paper and dig my hands deep in bins of pencils and tickle my face with brushes that have never seen paint. And it's a giant good smelling overwhelming blank piece of paper. It's all the elements to relieve white space, all the tools I need to create something.

Heart rate rises again, and there's a good bit of drool building in the corner of my mouth.