In the beginning, the world was without gorm.

This is another colored sketch from May of 2007. At the height of my first psychedelic experience. I was sitting on a ridge, my trip sitter was talking to a friend on the phone and I was trying to draw but my pencil had gone mad. Too many ideas, too many things morphing into other things. It was kind of alarming to be that out of control but I'd read up first and knew I was perfectly safe so I let it go, figured I'd sort it out later.