Shovel.

This is it.

The moment when everything changes.
For me.

This is when composition and physicality mate to produce an offspring called masterpiece.

I have placed this mode on hold till told idea's not sold. Bold strokes, smooth grooves, sharp cuts into infinite canvas.

I am prepared for guiding genius.

I will commence brilliance.

Finally I have direction, purpose, drive, arriving in time for the grand finale.

Reverse roads unfold smoldering holdings of gold.

Dig.