My hand will twitch when I get an idea. No matter where I am, I will start sketching: behind the register at my part-time job, laying in bed right before I fall asleep, in coffee shops, even when I am on a run. Granted, sometimes I am just sketching into the air with my finger, but as soon as anything resembling a drawing utensil in front of me the image in my head comes out. At first, it’s quite scribbly: One may call it a scrawl.
But eventually, these scrawls come together and morph into drawings. They are refined and expanded and refined again until they become a final piece.
Even after I feel satisfied with the “final” product, I continue to think about how I can push that idea even further. I look back at my process and find new ideas within the marks I make on the page.