Pencils, pens, and paint; an assortment of weapons of mass creation

Loosely grasped in my hand, dancing across sheets of paper, creating an infinite amount of lines and shapes

Breathing life into what was once a vast blank canvas

Molding wet clay into a solid form

Fingertips manipulating the cool paint across canvas, layers upon layers until an image emerges

My hands

Nails stained with an array of paint, impossible to remove with just one vigorous scrub Gathering a collection of a limitless amount of paper cuts

Clay hardened into the crevices and storytelling lines of my fingers

My hands; an essential tool used for self expression