The first day back

I sat down on the sofa with a book and from afar I watch as Rey sharpened his pencils, skillfully preparing for his first sketch in over a year.

The hopes were high, the stress was thick with anticipation but his attitude seemed ready to work. He started slowly. Carefully studying the picture on his blackberry. He brought his pencil to the 3"/4" canvas and drew a loose oval. To the untrained eye, namely mine, it seemed like false start.
I left the room, to make him a drink and a bite to eat. He smiles and looks up, he seemed pleased with his progress. I wasn't too sure. I should have known better. To my own amazement, the sketch was done.

Not only was it completed in what I felt like record time, it looked so perfect. Nothing could have been added. In the time it took me to walk upstairs and back down into the kitchen, make a simple Margarita and plate of nachos Rey had finished his drawing.

I watched in awe as he headed into the garage and pulled out his brushes, paints and turpentine. He asked for a roll of needed paper towels. Now I can't wait to see the paint as it appears on the white empty space.

Tune in for more tomorrow...