sat down to draw and nothing comes out. ok. some things have come out, but only things i strongly dislike. i think i offended anne when she told me she liked something i drew and i responded with “yeah… I hate it.” she got a little quite.
when i don’t like a drawing it’s visceral. it’s gut wrenching. it’s deep and painful. i feel like my hands and brain are betraying me… like the faithful dog that is my creativity has bitten me. it’s not so fun. i’m just feeling drained enough to not be creative.
i am looking forward to our week off, the beginning of October. (ps why does “beginning” double it’s “n”?) anne’s folks are coming and they are pretty low key. but i am worried because the new store manager starts and we miss her first week. *sigh* maybe i worry too much.
i decided to call it quits after sitting in front of the computer for an hour producing nothing but trash. so i am off to bed.
in good news: my Giants won. go BIG BLUE.
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Making art is an act of defiance. I think every artist is disappointed in one way or the other about what they make. The trick is to say, just screw it and keep going.
Marilyn
More cats please. >^..^<
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