This week, I found myself running through an ocean of beautiful yellow leaves, looking at an orange sunrise and a faint moon still hanging in the sky.
It’s at fleeting moments like this I feel I can run stronger. It’s great to hit a runner’s high. And there I was on an empty street with a tough hill, feeling my core working and my heart open.
I compare the experience to looking at my sketchbook. As an artist, I’m always searching for inspiration, but my sketchbook is where inspirations and ideas begin to solidify. I find it the perfect place for artists to be themselves, open-hearted and unfolded.
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