When I first sit down to an empty piece of paper, my pencils sharpened and laid out before me, I am lost. Which one to choose, where to begin. Sometimes I sit for a long while. Then I reach for a pencil, one that seems to reach for me, and I hover over the paper until the air softens between us, and I begin. Everything settles around me, and the lines and circles find each other. And I am with them, part of them.