I have one stick of willow charcoal that’s never been used. Since I’ve been experimenting with different mediums, I figured the charcoal needed attention, too. I had the stick in my hand, imagining how Matisse would’ve used it, thinking I should make something profound for my first piece. Then Picasso. I was paralyzed for the longest time, then just started moving the thing over the paper making a weird face of eyes, nose, and mouth. Ick! Didn’t like that at all. Next, the vertical lines. What are vertical lines without the horizontal? So next horizontal. Hey, a checkerboard pattern… better fill in the black squares. Then the color nerve got struck. I can’t stand not having color here. So that’s how it went. It was almost unnerving!