here are some lameass sketches which shows just about how uninspired i am at the moment. i feel artistically fucking frustrated and it’s pissing me off. i cant seem to draw anything, and when i do it looks the same anyway. nothing inspires me anymore, not music, not other art, not anything. my whole mood towards everything is cynical and bland and i feel like i am just sitting in a zone staring into space with nothing in my mind but a big fucking black hole that is threatening to swallow me whole.

i dont know what brought this on, and more importantly i feel i cant stop it. (well admittedly I do kind of know what brought this on but lets not go into that shall we). the other day i did have an inspiring moment when it was raining and i was listening to patrick wolf and i managed to produce the bird woman sketch thing above but now im staring at it and i dont know what to do with it next. it’s like my brain wants to finish it but my hand is saying ‘fuck off im not doing anything for you, you wasteful piece’. and my brain just shrugs and doesnt care either way.

anyway. i’m currently over everything. or maybe i’m not. maybe that’s half the problem. maybe.

♥   now my feet don’t touch the ground