I have carried around this beat-up copy of Lust for Life by Irving Stone for nearly a decade. A friend in highschool loaned it to me. We’re still in touch and I’m not sure the copy can withstand any more reading, so I don’t feel too bad having taken this long to get around to reading it. I am finally ready for it and soaking it in. It is inspiring me to sketch again, without reservation or need to control the outcome. Reading about Vincent discovering the joys of capturing life on paper is bringing me back to the basics, bringing me back to the simple joy of drawing.