dreaming, walking, drawing....

Huge stints of drawing are always exhausting and yet feel good at the same time.

I am going away for a week and a half, and so I've been drawing from the moment I get up until the moment I go to bed for the last two weeks. My back is sore, my hands are sore, my fingertips from holding a brush/pen/stylus are sore. Days passed with things like a morning self-reminder "don't forget to call so-and-so today" and then suddenly it was midnight. Dreamy days, filled with ink and audiobooks.

I'm essenti...
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Published on February 13, 2010 10:07
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