Sleep

Something I'm realizing about myself... I hate sleep.
I feel like once I get home from work, eat and clean up after dinner, prep for the next day and are ready to jump into the other projects I want to do... it's bedtime.
Suddenly the frustration of when I was 5 years old and forced to take a nap starts to well up inside of me and I grudgingly get under the covers.
I want a body that doesn't need sleep.

This is an in-progress chalk pastel drawing that I started thinking of my friend, but I think really it's more about me.... Gosh I'm so self-centered. haha.
Her name is Maeda 前田 literally meaning, "before the rice field". From here I plan to draw amorphic dreams rising from the field.
My dreams are right before me. They are intimidating. I feel like my life is too short. I'm tired but I'm driven. I don't want to sleep. That's not where I want to see my dreams. I want to see them before me.