My Wife Bek, Sleeps Soundly While I Paint. Her soft rhythmic breathing teases my brain to join her.

I no sooner put down my iPad and lay my head and inspiration hits. My brain will not cooperate. I work best in the dark of night. With Foxes yipping in the moonlight outside my bedroom window. The Full moon calling and activating my brain. I surrender to my art. I will sleep when I am dead. I love you my beautiful wife.