Spring brightens my dormant mind; inspiration permeates my senses. I absorb hole-in-the-wall art galleries igniting ideas; recycle centers spurring creation; underground magazines sparking passion, and new eyes offering new perspectives. I am listening to Regina Spektor and Bob Dylan. I am listening to my new Edie Sedgwick earrings cling against my neck. I am obsessed with textures, the tactile nature of papers, canvases, and the fur on my cat. I am surrounded by the smell of oil paint, the smell of a printing press, the smell of my kitchen because I have been too busy to bother with dishes. I absorb.