The pointed tip which my hand controls slowly comes into contact with the perpendicular plane I have made into my canvas. Due to the laws of physics and the government of art the graphite is transfered from pencil to paper, the idea transfered from mind to body. I can almost feel these sparks within my head igniting the blaze which causes my hand to trace the invisible outline of the masterpiece I envision. These neurons travel at breakneck speed from mind to hand, hand to mind, back and forth and forth and back for minutes upon seconds, pushing and filling and creating this, my drawing...My eyes squint, beads of sweat drip down my forehead as I continue this lengthy process. I begin to calm as I reach a state of near perfection, almost as perfect as this which has been transferred onto my paper, and my eyes open wide to take back in what I just put out. Some lines straight while others curved, some darker yet also thinner, every single one meets at an individual point of exactness. Twice as fast as the drawing crept from my pencil onto paper a smile creeps upon my face as a sense of accomplishment creeps over my emotions as I once again pick up my utensil of choice. I choose a spot to place my name given to me, right next to the name I've given myself, marking the completion of this, my drawing.