"Small doors open up to large rooms". .
Or studios. .
When I first entered Sabin Howard's studio. .
It was like entering another realm. .
Or should I say passageway. .
Into his mind. .
Where you can find. .
The many, many. .
Creations of his imagination. .
There is this feeling of anticipation. .
Sabin has inside of him. .
When your walking alongside of him. .
In the staircase of his building heading up to his studio. .
If you observe him closely you get the sense. .
That it is pent. .
Deep inside his mind from the day before. .
Where it slowly builds up. .
All night long until dawn. .
He quickly maneuvers with grace at a lightning speed. .
Up the stairs. .
Until he enters his studio. .
Where suddenly he is at ease. .
He has arrived. .
This is his natural habitat. .
Or studios. .
When I first entered Sabin Howard's studio. .
It was like entering another realm. .
Or should I say passageway. .
Into his mind. .
Where you can find. .
The many, many. .
Creations of his imagination. .
There is this feeling of anticipation. .
Sabin has inside of him. .
When your walking alongside of him. .
In the staircase of his building heading up to his studio. .
If you observe him closely you get the sense. .
That it is pent. .
Deep inside his mind from the day before. .
Where it slowly builds up. .
All night long until dawn. .
He quickly maneuvers with grace at a lightning speed. .
Up the stairs. .
Until he enters his studio. .
Where suddenly he is at ease. .
He has arrived. .
This is his natural habitat. .
