sketching is an act of meditation, contemplation and discovery

For a moment the world falls away and all that remains is a singular existence. The light dancing across an articulated facade. Shadow deepening the recesses of stone. Detail abstracted from a distance yet so tangible that its absence would bring a depression. The crowds of onlookers hastily accelerating their pace unaware of the masters and the novice. All is quiet and time passes in an instant. Senses are heightened, observation is acute. The eye sees, the mind appreciates, the hand edits. New interpretations are found and translated into alternative existences.