I start by lighting my candles. I put the paper on the wall. I can only look down for short periods of times and say a prayer.

I smudge my room with cedar and sage. I smudge my paper, pastels my hands. Especially the middle of my palms and top of hands, to the point it hurts a bit. I started using the essential oils they blessed Jesus with.  Now I use up to seven different types. I rub my hands. I put it on my neck, my eyes too see, my ears to hear, my mouth to speak what needs to be said and most of all my heart. I surrender to god and each piece. I’m only an instrument. I let him work through me. I believe that’s why some pieces are so strong; Then "Bing" the timer goes off. I have to stop. Is a good think, sometimes I’I' ll get to heady and the time break brings me back to re evaluate what I’m creating.  I use water and wash clothes to clean my hands and try not to blur the colors together.  I get so focused at times, that my surroundings disappear. It’s like time and space stop, except I’m rubbing these faces. Each one affecting me deeply.

Some are very difficult to draw. I’ll draw an outline and the piece will change from what I first planned.

These pieces are  physically and emotionally demanding. They wear me out emotionally and physically; kind of like they sucked me dry for the day.

I draw because I’m compelled, it fills my heart. I get a since of euphoria. It last a day or couple days. Its adventure, I never know what will com e out next. I can’t stop. It’s my life. I love everything about it. Especially the use of my hands. I bring life to each one.

I love the feeling of creating something with my fingers.

I have to take great care of my hands. I use raw brown sugar to remove the dry cracked .

Then I use an oil base soap to help.