Creative burnout is not a pretty sight... or at least I dont think it is... but then I'm not exactly a pretty sight at the best of days. The virginal canvases remain virginal... I can't stand the sight of a blank piece of paper and pencils staring at me... the normal urge to fill it with crazy doodles and drawlings just doesn't kick in. The work stuff keeps it's own momentum... but MAN, is it a chore at the moment.
I think I have finally become my own inner Blase Pig... scary thought, that!
Some older pencil sketches...
I think I have finally become my own inner Blase Pig... scary thought, that!
Some older pencil sketches...
BTW, I do hope that we'll be seeing you & your missus at the Cellardoor party next Saturday night? I reckon it'll be good for you - to let your hair down, listen to some rocking tunes, forget about your woes - at least for a little while
C'mon, it's Friday!! Go buy yourself half a dozen cold ones, hire yourself a feel-good DVD (if you haven't seen "Napoleon Dynamite", I can guarantee it'll be JUST what the doctor ordered!), grab a piping hot takeaway, & take the night off
L8R alligator
PS. Your pix are not showing up in your blog entry above
i hope it passes soon *hug*