Last night was sweltering. After my usual hippie sleeping pills failed, I lay on my belly and tried to draw the straightest and smallest lines I could in my dream journal.
I’m trying to be a productive bad-ass and spend more time on my artwork. Its a struggle.
But then I had an sadness reprieve. I now pick up the mail before work and this gives me 20 – 10 minutes of drawing time every work morning. I sit in my car in the Post Office parking lot, listen to music and draw.
As tiny as that time is, I’m actually drawing again and I am so grateful.
This came about while indulging in my Bleach habit. I blame Keinan for introducing me, but ultimately I have to accept responsibility for own my indulgences.
I started this in the bottom left corner and worked my way through several emotional states before I started drawing smiling kittens and swirly suns. The angsty bunnies are much more interesting to me than the contented cats, but I was much happier when I finished than when I started.