This. Nothing is more perfectly accurate than this in a pile of other things. September you are really letting me down. :(
You hold galaxies inside your head, my dear.
v.1 : Can’t decide on the jellies
I haven’t touched my tablet in so long… So here’s what I could whip up in 3 hours. Space people and rocks to come? If so, it’d be a hella long way from finished.
Picking up where I left off I suppose. This paper pains me, I now remember why I put it down.
Cleaning my desk and going through sketchbooks. I figured I should post something related to my mind intertwined with art as of late. But the fact is I’ve got nothing. I’ve had nothing for the past 5 months. I’m really starting to fear the pen and paper again. So with a hope, I’m sharing a few of my earliest sketchbook works with a hope to rekindle the creative flame that once was. There’s nothing more panicking and self doubting than a dry spell. A huge part of me feels lost.
Further proving I can’t do normal beach things and just read a book. (at North Beach, Tybee Island)
"Oh, the places you’ll go…" (at Land’s End Trail)
Loving #SanFran (at Alamo Square Park)
I forget how to sketch.
So tired…. (at SDM Montgomery Hall)
The ocean never finished.
You gotta swim
Swim in the dark
There’s no shame in drifting
Feel the tide shifting and wait for the spark
Finally made it to the beaches of the Outer Banks after a very long and mentally difficult 8 hour drive. I’m trying to find inspiration but it all feels lost. (at Nags Head NC. At the beach)
20” of Kraken
Almost there. Trying to get this done before the weekend. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy and nervous to see someone again. I feel like such a girl. 🙊