I'm working on some stuff for other people and that stuff is not finished yet. At times like this, when the images I need to work on may not be... shall we say... right up my alley, I procrastinate and I pout. I fidget and I cast about for the way to produce what I need to produce. Ugh.
But if I, first thing in the morning (pre-dawn, in my case,) pick up my pens, my brushes and just play in my journal, draw what's in front of me (mostly flowers right now), without thinking, I'm happy.
And by playing, by trying this line and that,
by picking randomly from among my vast collection of drawing tools and putting down marks, I find myself again. It's quite simple. You try it and see if I'm not right.
Okay, but then it's back to drawing pigs.