Time is a thief and my passion is a monster.
Yes, the days slip by, becoming weeks and months. There’s so many things I want to draw and stories I want to share, but my minutes of free time are few and I’m tired. Nevertheless, it’s impossible to ignore desire , as nagging and vicious as it can be, and once in a while I still manage to get a little something on paper.
Here’s my little friend. I thought he came out looking neat. Someone else told me he’s scary, and one other said he was cute.
Exorcise goal for the new year.
The longer I go between drawings, the more it starts to really bug me.
2016 was the most-unproductive year, artistically-speaking, that I can remember. It had a lot to do with where I am in life, what’s going on, and a reevaluation of what I want to do with my art.
All you can do is keep working, though, right? Here’s to a new year, with new plans, ambitions, and new drawings. Gotta work out those demons before they eat you up from the inside…