Anyone who’s known me for any amount of time will know that I have a fairly emotional fondness of wings. They are a symbol of freedom and power for me. They can either be pure and just or calculating and cruel, but they are always there to carry you to where you need to go.

I seem to be stuck in a new half-art rut. I can pick up a sketch pad and I feel extremely happy to be sketching, but I cannot for the life of me get my booty to stay in front of the computer long enough to color anything I draw. I have several pieces prepped for outlines and color, and they’re just sitting. I know it has to do with the fact that I’m on the computer 8+ hours each weekday for work, pretending I’m a decent designer and that I can make whatever I’m creating good enough to make both my internal and external clients happy on the first try. Anyone who’s worked a full time creative position knows that’s usually not how it goes, and that your expectations of yourself alone can drain you some weeks. The last thing I want to do when I get home is sit on the computer with Photoshop open for a couple more hours. I usually just want the company of a good book and a blanket.

We’ll see how things go. I’ll just try to keep myself going with the drawing, and who knows – maybe I’ll get comfortable enough with my lines again that I’ll break out my neglected colored pencils and Tria markers.

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