Well, my PMS has ended in the normal fashion, thank god, but my peculiar artist’s block is still firmly in place. Two steps forward, one step back, I guess. I could fill this entire sketchbook with doodles (and may yet!) but I cannot seem to sustain anything long enough to get a painting out of it. I start a piece, I get maybe an hour on it, and then my brain simply stops, and I am no longer interested.

I suspect I am waiting for something to catch fire in my brain, but it’s taking its own sweet time about it. I’ve had this for about two weeks now, checking back through my past posts, during which time I have managed to get three paintings and a coupla fairly elaborate scraps done, plus enough doodles to choke a wombat. Lots…and lots…of doodles. My sketchbook is filling up with random cartoon heads. My studio is filling up with bits of illo board with the sketch carefully set up, and my hard drive is filling up with doodles equally abandoned.

Actually, I suppose three paintings in two weeks, plus four pages of Digger, plus an assload of sketching and said elaborate scraps is doin’ pretty damn good for somebody who claims to have artist block, so maybe I should quit whining. I’m starting a lot of things that don’t get finished, true, but I did finish a few there, too. On the other hand, I did three paintings the week before this started, so it’s a definite drop in productivity. On the gripping hand…err…I dunno, I just like using that phrase to re-establish my geek cred.

Eh, such is life.