Back to work...

Maybe I am too technical, maybe I haven't held a pen for too long. I have lost sense of design.

I used to draw. I think I still draw, apart from diagrams, still picture. I have a picture really want to draw. A smiling face, like the glance of a shooting star. Some image that I would feel happy from heart when viewing.

But then, could I create? Or the space in mind has been compressed. You can take me out from the cell, to the open field. Day I should see flowers and a clear river reflecting the sunlight; night I should see stars or aurora, moon or jupiter.

Maybe you are really my inspiration, when you are afar, I am running out of inspiration.