Waiting for inspiration to peek through
I have been feeling very uninspired and even not wanting to draw lately. But according to my practice I sit and start drawing and try to get that inner chorus of critics and helpful suggestors to go sit in another room while the part of me that has no words comes up with some kind of image.
I hope they are interesting enough, and at least speak in the language of dreams.
Reading A. E. Housman’s “A Shropshire Lad”. I’m not sure how this relates, but I was thinking about that particular sweetness of life and love when you’re facing uncertainty and crisis
I got myself a couple of new sets of rubber stamps for my birthday. Playing with them always reminds me not to take myself too seriously!