Charcoal Tales

What a joy to reconnect with my creativity last night. I think I have been depriving myself of late. There is something truly magical as your energy of soul begins to flow. A cathartic outburst captured in line and tone. Last night it was the trees that spoke. A charcoal narrative. An ebony tale etched across bleached white pulp. I have always felt a strong connection with trees. These gentle giants, these sentinels of the fairy realm. What a wealth of wisdom they have to share. Time to spend some time communing with trees. I think I will let each tree speak through its charcoal nib.