My girlfriend says to me "I am in a funk, I have quilters block!"
And I am thinking to myself, "Me too, Brusher's Block."
Solution, re reading old blogs, drinking (lots of ) coffee, bought a gym membership.
Still feeling kind of stuck.
The girls got out their large drawing pad, and crayons and sprawled out in the living room.
Still nothing.
Opened up my black art board, paired it with pastels, and drew (sort of) Merridell. With trees and corn blowing in a pumpkin littered field. Even the shine of the roof from the moon..and yet...
Sheesh...What's going on here? Am I suddenly dead?
And I am thinking to myself, "Me too, Brusher's Block."
Solution, re reading old blogs, drinking (lots of ) coffee, bought a gym membership.
Still feeling kind of stuck.
The girls got out their large drawing pad, and crayons and sprawled out in the living room.
Still nothing.
Opened up my black art board, paired it with pastels, and drew (sort of) Merridell. With trees and corn blowing in a pumpkin littered field. Even the shine of the roof from the moon..and yet...
Sheesh...What's going on here? Am I suddenly dead?
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