While the shop doesn’t stay open past ten most nights, I’m not an early riser. I go to bed late, charcoal and oil paints and designs melding in my mind, keeping me up deep into the night. Visions that won’t let me rest if I don’t get them down onto paper leach from my exhausted veins until I can give into sleep. The Muse is a real bitch that way, if you ask me.
