AHHHHH! I came home today to find shreds of paper all over the floor. I was like, what the hell is this? Then I find the source. My absolute favorite drawing (I turned down $1000 for it once) that I've done so far had a big chunk missing and teeth holes through it. It had been rolled up lying on a tall trunk of mine and Samba must have thought it was a stick. Funny thing is, even though I've been very attached to it, I wasn't very angry. Maybe a little sad though. Maybe I'm less attached now since I know that I can create more beauty. I didn't always think so. Or, maybe it's because sharing new love with another being is more important to me now than a creation of art? Or maybe I'm so exhausted lately that I'm just too tired to be angry? Or maybe I'm just a more patient person these days? In any case, I'm happy with how I feel about it all. I am inspired now to do a series and push it to a whole new level.