Browsing through old National Geographics to pull out images for collage or study, I was reminded that there is nothing coming out of my imagination that’s weirder that what’s actually someplace in this world.
Maybe it’s an integral part of the process I’ve chosen, but a drawing like this means I spend an hour or two having no idea what I’m drawing or why, and wondering if it’s worth it. And pushing ahead anyway. So maybe that’s just good practice for life.