Reaching

From the halls of La Llotja, the art school where Picasso went to in Barcelona, I drew my first sketch of 'reaching.' Now it's finally becoming alive on the wood with Caran d'Ache Luminance brilliance. It's been one of the longest times finishing off this piece. Pulling you out of your roots to grasp the sunlight, with all your gnarled gum parts focused on one vision. The feeling when what you seek is just out of reach and requires patience, or a challenge that needs to come for the opportunity to grow this blessed trait. I know at the time I was in a new role where I was pioneering a new team that, since then, has dissolved, yet this opened up the door to new opportunities I never considered before. What life story do you have that shares a twist like this?