It's strange. I come home around 10 after a long day at work, the weather is some sort of dirty slush of water and pollution with a dash of ice. Though it isn't anything like last years nightmarish ice age, it's cold enough to just not want to go outside. Ever. It's dark. So. Very. Dark. At this time, any normal person would enjoy finally being within the warm walls of their home, cook dinner and then let their brains slowly dissolve to some pointless tv-series. I've seen it. A hint of drool in the corner of their open mouth, staring blankly in front of them with glossy eyes, taking comfort in the knowledge that there is absolutely no point whatsoever in even trying to think. It's colours and sounds and maybe a primitive form of interest in pretend people's pretend lives. But no, no. Not me. You know I feel deprived of this relaxation. I think, there might be something wrong with me. Well I know that, there's a lot wrong with me. But THIS? Can I not do THIS? As far as I'm concerned it seems like the very essence of being human, the ability to be lazy and, literally, do NOTHING.
No. I can't do nothing. Especially when I've worked late and come home even more tired than usual. I'm like... well I want to use the work stressed here, but that's not right. It's kind of a similar feeling, except I don't feel bad or have any anxiety or anything. I'm just full of ideas. It's like the cogs in my head went "click" and for the first time during the entire day the machinery actually works. No, the only thing my brain wants to do is draw. Or make things. Produce. And not stop. No matter the time. I could keep going through the entire night. But I stopped now. And I'm going to bed. A little bit angry.
Did this little thing. Just a sketch. Think I'm making it into some sort of Christmas card if I can be arsed to finish it. Not happy with her face so I might redo that entirely. The trees in the background were fun, and quick! First time drawing snow in the dark, enjoyed it a lot actually. Oh well. Learning learning.
Did some more on it. Now I really can't be bothered to do more... NEXT! Hmm... what is next?
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