The glaring color of the floor covering in my studio reflect my Muse's frustration with me. It is angry, sullen, unhappy with my lack of attention.

Fatigue is my constant companion and the ability to switch between engineer and artist has been momentarily stifled as numbers and calculation and metal take over every corner of my mind.

It is at these moments when the aching to create turns to throbbing and I quietly shut the door to my studio in an effort to silence the nagging coming from within.