Chapter 92 So I’ve set my basis. Now the real work begins: the battle between darkness and light. So I repeat the same process, and onto the shading I go. I measure the shades’ dimensions, I measure their intensity, and I represent what I see, and it’s wrong. And the veils appear again. So many of them. They got me surrounded. They’re like dragons with many heads, and whenever I cut one, three others appear. And it’s all wrong, and I get stressed, and I get scared, and I don’t understand, and I lose strength, and I lose faith, and I get sucked into the darkness that I’m trying to represent. One third of the journey, and the dark night of the soul arises. I stop. I want to throw the towel. “That’s the lowest point,” my inner voice says. “If you bear through it, you will come out of it. You’ve done this before.” So I soldier through it. I keep going, erasing and drawing. The night ends somewhere around the second third of the journey. In the first 2 thirds of the process, signs of resemblance with the still life appear. In the third one, signs of its essence appear. I get goose bumps just thinking about it. What a magical moment that is. The first signs of land. Terra ferma!