We worked well into the night on our respective pieces. Craig painted in silence, but he had moved his easel now and his body was now facing me instead of away. I couldn't see why he was working on though. He wanted to keep it a a secret until it was finally done.

I, on the other hand, was not at all sure what I was doing. I had started and destroyed so many different shapes that I had lost count at 20. The creative juices just weren’t flowing the way they had that night. ...