19 days ago, I didn’t know I could draw. Now I can’t get these images out of my head. That probably makes me sound a little crazy. In fact, I know it does. Maybe it sounds unbelievable. Plenty of my friends have called “bullshit.” Then I send them a video. It certainly feels surreal, […]
I’ve been at my desk for 23 of the last 24 hours. That’s nothing to boast about; I’m clearly overdoing it. The fact that I know I’m overdoing it does absolutely nothing to change the fact that my mind won’t let me sleep, won’t let me quit. Tonight I learned what it means to bleed for my art. I literally worked my fingers bloody. I just couldn’t stop. I don’t know why; I’m so compelled to draw, it’s like this feeling inside my chest, this clawing thing, and when I stop I can’t think of anything else.