I don’t know why but I’ve been really leaning into esoteric rituals and olde timey magics lately. I made black eyed peas for New Year’s, I’m back to quiet meditative drawing and I’ve even been taking vitamins. Not to mention, I’m starting to really embrace this whole sleep thing. I haven’t been drawing as much but I’m feeling pretty good.
I’m getting back into drawing but not like I was for a while there. I think I lost focus for a while but honestly that is just a bunch of navel-gazing. I’m trying to balance things out a little better. I made some big steps last year when it came to KnitDog and with those steps came some reevaluation. I’m still working through that but I’m making some progress. It’s that question I always struggle with, “What is an artist and am I really one?” My wife just rolls her eyes when I say that, but let’s face it, she might have been an art student but her degree was in Graphic Design, not Drawing. I guess that also proves she’s always been the smarter of the two of us.