Sept 03, 2025

Not much to say this half-week. I feel like I may finally be finding the beginnings of my personal expression, that elusive thing called "style," that everyone is telling me I need to have to get work as an illustrator. It's only taken what, 14 months of steady drawing? Sometimes eight to ten hours a day, sometimes less (I tend to not draw on Saturdays). And as you can see, 'I've still got such a long way to go.'"

There's a lot going on right now. It appears that we're moving again. We never stay in one place for longer than a few years. I don't particularly care if this is an adventure, I'm tired of adventure.

Drawing is hard enough on the brain as it is, but when you're mentally and emotionally exhausted, it becomes a monumental task. True discipline means continuing anyway, even as your neural pathways are screaming. Regardless, I have no idea how much I'll get done in the next few days. "Drawing is a thinking person's art" and my brain is frozen.

Anyway. On to the next. Maybe.