Volume XIII

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I want some of this color on my wall to get through the gray fall.





This and couple of previous weeks have been super busy. Tuesday's are the worst because after a long day of drawing at work I have the life drawing class which lasts so long that after that I have to go straight to bed. While sleeping is all well and good I can't escape the feeling that I've let myself down by not doing any of my own work on Tuesdays.

I have the constant artist's guilt. The tool that I can use as a energy resource when motivation runs out. It doesn't help if my finger has callous from holding a pen or that tattooed boobs flash across my eyes after I close them come Tuesday night. Guilt is my feeling every night when I go to sleep. I think of all the paintings I haven't yet done. But should have.

Then I read the forums of da (when I should be drawing of course). I see that there is an epidemic called artist's block. People experiencing it don't want to paint or can't think of anything to create. Artist's with this disease seem to suffer greatly and everybody responding to their pleas of help or questions on how to find the magical thing: inspiration.

All I can do is be jealous. I've never had an artist's block. it sounds too wonderful to be true. I picture myself on the beach sipping some mojitos, relaxing like nobody's business. When people ask me why am I not sketching i put on my painful look of worry and gasp in my weakest voice: "I would draw but I have the most dreadful artist block you can think of! I hope it goes away soon" Then I would stir the ice cubes of my drink with it's pink umbrella.


Next time when I land the stylus on my tablet I should be thankful that there's something in my mind to paint. And I really should stop being such a whiny bitch! Now THERE'S something to feel guilty about.