When I was 8 years old, I fell in love with Unicorns and also became obsessed with drawing them.
Though I also enjoyed drawing people, faeries, mermaids, dragons and other creatures of myth,
the Unicorn was the most enchanting and sacred to me.
It was like a visual mantra that I kept drawing over and over, in different poses and varying styles.

With every curve and every line, every horn and every hoof,
I could feel their exquisite beauty, grace and magic touch my soul.

I drew this particular unicorn when I was 16. Shortly after this sketch, I rarely drew again.
My artistic inclinations were channeled into other forms
but it was indeed a mystery as to why I was no longer compelled to draw.
It had been my form of sanity, meditation and zen practice throughout the childhood years.

Today, I still rarely pick up the pencil and sketchpad.
But I can feel that drawing and painting are beautiful forms of chi-gong which await my attention.
As for the Unicorn, I still love and adore her.  Some things are eternal.