Bad dream. I tried to run over this guy and punch him out but he wasn’t really there. But I couldn’t get him to shut up or leave me alone. And I couldn’t figure out who he was or what he wanted from me.
I have posted before about how sometimes when I’m blocked I like to draw Princesses – in effect, my princesses are blockade runners.
There is an Inner Critic who tells me that my Princesses don’t really like me. They would much prefer to have been drawn by a Rackham, a Himmapaan, a Dulac, or Adrienne Segur. Or really, any artist with a better eye for detail, a finer hand, a stronger sense for color.
Sigh. Go to your room, Inner Critic. You may be right, but I am going to do this anyway.
“Ya aht is stoopid”
This Inner Critic is not quiet at all, but they’re relatively easy to ignore.