Eerst
November 8th, 2007
Today I got overcaffeinated and wrecked a new moleskine.
I’ve been wallowing in one of those crises I so dismiss. I don’t like anything I draw or make. I want to scrap everything old and start again. My pens and paints are gathering dust. I don’t want to work… can’t. But I need it, badly. I may not always like drawing or making “art” but I can’t get around it. It’s like flossing or stretching. You feel good afterwards. (this still holds.)
If nothing else, I am going to wreck some pages.
Psst. I’ve got ffffound. Yay for inspiration!