i have, at least kept my drawing up.
my drawing style has changed dramatically this year, seeing as different things have been inspiring me.
when i was in fashion school i was taught how to find inspiration, but we were also told where to look. those lessons were invaluable in this young artist’s life, but now i have to get off my butt and actually get inspired myself. some days it’s harder than others.
i’ve got a new studio space, and it’s working very well for me.
i still struggle with depression, but i’m on some new antidepressants which help my rational thinking a lot more. i also decided a few weeks ago that i missed my eccentricity, so these days i have been making an effort to wear things that are fun, and i got a fun haircut as well.
the pain is the worst. it is still an unwanted companion in my waking and my sleeping.
and then there are the dreams. every night i’m in some other reality from the night before, and so my life is so disjointed it’s really starting to wear me out.
but my God is still good.
