I wanted so badly to manipulate the sand with my hands but felt like Rock Biter with my large fingers clumsily moving too many grains at a time. Sand is elegant, yet even the small nail of my pinky finger can not perform such a minute task, thereby distracting from the grace of the art form. Gauche paint and vegetable oil, what a wonderful combination. Tiny bubbles trapped in time, smeared to create the illusion of motion across the glass, frozen, still, but not lacking in potential. Yesterday was enlightening in that I realized I have all of the resources to make an animation film, it is just a matter of setting aside time to actually create. I have been so transfixed by perfecting still images on canvas; I have forgotten the most important part of creation-- the process! Animation is merely documenting the process of motion: the fleeting moments in a batt of an eyelash, the quiver of a lip, the slow bend of a finger at the knuckle as it taps anxiously on one's knee-- these instances and voluntary movements we all take for granted, we all perform without noticing. Animation allows us to methodically and strategically create film while thwarting our own tendency to ignore the details. In this way, studying the microcosms of action also enhances our ability and desire to create sound from that motion-- the displacement of the airwaves we will no longer overlook.