Getting Back into Shape
With some disorientation, heavy reluctance, and heavier heart. I’m picking up art again.
It’s been, what, three, four years? After fifteen years combined with a series of failures, I hit a low point. I vowed to quit.
Why? I feel good about what I do and my skill level with it. The part that crushes me is the money. Making a fucking dollar off art is such a painful process. Hence the heavy reluctance and heavy heart.
Why come back? I fucking don’t know. My heart gravitate towards it. Literally, my soul only stirs when I’m thinking about the art. I’m dead inside to all other stimuli.
So there’s been been some sketching and just creating. It feels good. Feels like home.
I’ll post more and try to grow into this thing.