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It's not easy for me to write or talk about it, but I think it's important to share this part of the process too. It is important to me, especially for those who may have the same challenges themselves, that they realise they are not alone. And for everyone else to realise that despite this, being able to draw is not everything.

The sun has long gone down. It's getting late. As the streetlights illuminate the darkness, the world goes to sleep.
Only one window is still lit. 
Here, too, someone is ready to go to bed. But the moment I close the laptop and am ready to quiet down and go to sleep, my head speaks up. 

I've been busy all day and have blocked out all ideas for better or worse. Now, when everything else disappears from my thoughts, inspiration takes over. All tiredness and exhaustion disappear. 

In the glow of hundreds of lights, I savour the peace and quiet of the night. I find the time to work on my own skills, to learn from the great masters. 

 Images that arise in my head want to be put on paper, words flow from my fingers to paper, thoughts have to be captured before they fly away again the next moment. 

In these moments of inspiration and intuitive creation, any sense of tiredness or time is lost.

This is the time when night becomes day.

This December got off to a magical start. It had been snowing a lot and everything was white. I love the snow, the silence it brings.