Those stairs

I was just looking at this Prismacolor pencil drawing of the first floor steps. These have a deep meaning to me. I dreamed about them long before I ever visited there. I always thought it was a house--in my dream, I mean. When I found the steps, I fell to pieces, and I have no idea why. That was years ago, and I still have no idea why. But they mean something, and I'm going to go that way. I'm going to walk up and down these halls and these steps in the halls of my mind until I find the no-thing that speaks to me.

I just want to do more and more and more. So far my favorites are all color pencil and oil paint. So I'll just use those for now.