My professional life is devoted to the practice, teaching, and elevation of drawing. One could call it my religion and me a little evangelical about it. The core tenant of my faith is that drawing is an elemental and indispensable part of any creative practice, irrespective of one’s discipline. It is a tool for understanding space and light; a means of exploring ideas and honing perception; and a powerful vehicle for expression. A meaningful drawing habit is focused less on the production of lovely objects, than the process of thoughtful observation and mark making. Drawing is visual thinking. When I draw, I become a conduit. Looking at my subject I gather information which enters my eyes, travels through my brain, down my arm, and out my drawing tool onto the paper. A momentum builds traveling back and forth between subject and drawing on a continuous loop, creating a conversation in which I am a participant rather than the driver. For me the act of drawing is simultaneously quiet meditation and urgent prayer. I am a grateful member of the long and deep Fellowship of Draftsmen that stretches back to the first person who plucked a piece of charcoal from the hearth and made their mark on the cave wall.