In the final haul of Ninjabreath…120+ illustrations done, a dozen or so left to go. I’m on schedule, but It’s starting to hit the death march stage. You’d think, doing all this art, that I’d be immune to art guilt, but it doesn’t work that way. Instead I get art guilt because I’m not doing the art I want to do, combined with the burn out from all the art I have to do. I am longing to sit down and do a big weird complicated piece, something oozing texture, something cool.
Until then, I do these little pieces, working off and on, a few minutes at a time, as a kind of mental placeholder to stave off the art guilt for another day.
