No rest for the wicked...

I couldn't sleep last night. Yesterday was a very bad day. A very bad day. Needless to say, I was very stressed out by it.

When I was a young artiste, I'd draw nearly all day. I loved summer vacation because I could literally draw all day. Art was my meditation. It was my way to relax and de-stress. For a very long time-- what I like to call my "Marriage Period"-- I almost never drew or painted or sculpted. It was rough.

When I got back into it, I hated how rusty I'd become. And I lacked inspiration. When I was young, it seemed that I never ran out of things to draw. I never needed an excuse. Now it was different. It was frustrating.

Photoshoop always was a good outlet for me, but it never was like drawing used to be for me. Yeah, I could paint, but it wasn't the same. But now that I've started drawing in it.. It's like it was. Everything melts away and I can just draw.

Unfortunately, I was drawing until sunrise.

The original emo.

Looks like I got cracking on that Endless series sooner than I'd expected.