My eclipse. While the moon outside was rising I was looking at this. The longest siege of avoidance EVER has finally ended with a cleaned up studio now covered in ink. Such a relief. Curious that the word “dance” is woven into that word. The dance of dread, doubt, hope, visioning, laziness, and finally no longer thinking about anything, just getting in motion. Things shift into place when I turn up the music and turn the studio into a dance floor. The secret genius of calligraphy is that it always starts off the page.