If you stare too long, too deep, at a crumpled piece of paper, you might lose your sanity. The complicated crevasses, the steep ridges, the infinite sea of stern wrinkles… Everything seems an overwhelming, chaotic mess.
But, with a willing and patient heart, your fingers find the familiar angles, your eyes seek out the smaller, simpler shapes. You begin to gain sure footing in the tiniest breath of a step, after step, after step… And before you know it, you’ve danced your way to the top.
What was once a seemingly unconquerable mountain of crumpled paper, has become your own masterpiece.
(And this is why I love drawing crumpled paper. And miss climbing so much. All this to say, a peek at a work-in-progress — much more to do! Happy Saturday night, my dears!)