I want to be unique in my work…I want to be GOOD.
I want to learn and learn and learn until I am the best at what I do..
The problem is, I’m not sure exactly what it IS that I do.
I thirst for the company of other artists. Not simply online, but in real life.
I adore my other, but the move away from the big city and the creative vibe that lived there is starting to really feel, I don’t, know..lonely.
I miss getting up and taking my sketchbook to the coffee house and drawing until someone else came along drawing and soon it was just this crazy circle of artists and poets and musicians and the hours flew by while we spoke of what was next. It really fed my spirit.
I’ve gone to the coffee shop with my sketchbook several times in this new place.
I was told I needed Jesus, told I needed to buy more coffee, and told that art was “frivolous” and idle hands were the devils workshop.
I miss my old city.
Finished…going to fix that hair clump that goes across chest and shoulder on right…
May add some Hansa yellow light to the little stencil like figures.