A feigned attempt at control. Painting the attachment away. If I can get the hue just right and make the lines perfectly straight, seemingly I am the master of my Fate. I can pour and pour and pour my anxious energy into creation and hope for catharsis. This helps most of the time, but not always. The only constant in life is change. Embracing discomfort is a lifelong lesson. When productivity fails us, which it will, sinking into the experience of emotion is the path to Peace...