I remember the days when I could do nothing but sit at my drafting table and just draw for hours and hours. What happened to those days? Now, I'm lucky to want to do a quick sketch. I miss those days when as soon as I opened my eyes I had a pencil in my hand. When did art become such a labor, a chore to me? Art used to be fun. It made me happy. I need that back. Why am I so uninspired? Arrrghh! I just want to sit, chill, and let it flow. The most recent thing I've drawn, besides random sketches for class, was a tattoo for a friend of mine. I enjoyed that, I want to get back to that. Now it seems the only way I can sit down and draw is if its an assignment or a commission. Even then, I feel uninspired half the time. It seems as though I can do nothing original, from the heart anymore. I just want to get back to my craft, my passion. Get back to expressing myself the only way I know how.
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