it was good to be back in my studio today. i had the place mostly to myself, just the two squeaking baby ducks, pato and gonzo, to keep company, while the lazy cats slept, close together, but not too close. the music was on punk rock loud like the old college days, the kind of music that motivates, drives the work, makes you feel edgier than you may actually be. the sun shone through the curtains and warmed the room. i painted larger than usual, felt the luxury of spreading out in my own space, splattering to the beat and dancing ridiculous while the watercolor dried, taking turns on the new drums when i needed breaks. it felt so perfect, so purposeful, this is what i was born to do, i thought, this is where i am supposed to be.