Mollyscribbles

“There is a precise moment which everyone who has ever drawn or sewn or sculpted a thing will recognize, and that is the moment at which it becomes the thing it was meant to be. For hours, one’s work may look only like lines upon a page; for days, like a pile of fabric; for months, a misshapen rock. And then, one day, when one holds it up to the light and takes a single step back – there it is! The myriad pieces come together into a coherent whole.”
― C.E. McGill, Our Hideous Progeny