The things that happen when a writer's mind wanders...

Illusions. In artwork, a soul is brought to life by the tip of a pencil, the sharpness of the mind and talent, and an aquarelle of different shades and hues. Spheres shape out luscious eyes, cylinders give structure, and applied anatomy turns the mere paper character into a shockingly realistic figure. The person is given emotion, personality, and something to say for himself. What bonds me to every line I sketch -or see in pieces that belong to others- is the possibility of being able to portray someone I know or give me a more clear and accurate vision of a character in a novel I’ve read. And also to get to know others in their imagination.

Again, written with a wandering mind. Comments, anyone?