Thursday, November 1, 2012

Song lyrics :)

So, I got this journal for $3 at Michael's. It's a little smaller than I really like, and it's too fat. But I need to journal again. Regularly. Daily. I miss it, but I don't really know how to get back into it. I sit at my table and nothing happens. I'm tired, really tired. More than just "need to take a nap" or "need to get more sleep" tired. Indigo tired. Art is the way to fight Indigo, I know that, but sometimes it's just easier to sit on the couch and powerstream a stupid TV show. Anyway, I sprayed a few pages just to get some color down, and then I've just been sticking random crap in there, drawing in pen, being as random as I can. I'm not great with random, but all of a sudden I find myself stuck in the "what if it's not amazing?" place and since when do I care? 

So I doodled. And added watercolors. And a sticker from Archiver's. It doesn't make me happy, but it's something and something is better than nothing. Usually. Damn Indigo.

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