Picking up a pencil and setting yourself to the task of drawing something, anything really, but let us consider the small object, one you can turn over and touch as you mark make. This kind of drawing is a journey. Its affordable travel that doesn’t necessitate packing or standing in lines at airports. It must be said, not every drawing journey is free of snafus and disappointments. Many of us are frustrated by our final product. But let us defocus on the output and consider the travel itself. When I put my attention this closely on an object, trying to catch its curves, match its shadows, mimic its texture, I am transported. I am absorbed by the thing. It expands and fills the previously wiggly sizzling chambers of my mind. I am small and walking along the sun bleached ridges of the shell. I am sliding down the unfathomably smooth pink interior curve. I am blancing on the scalloped edge. I am learning the shell. It is beautiful! Who really cares how my little drawing turns out, I got to go there!