There was a time in my dim, dark past when drawing a stick figure satisfied my creative needs. Now it is trying to do bigger and better that consumes my time and efforts. For lack of a better word to call it, I feel like a total art fraud. Lately I've been faving all sorts of art, from finely done art to those who are just developing their talents, and looking at both extremes, I feel there is no comfortable place between them.

Nah my friends, heavens no, this is not a call for attention, just simple venting. My current project is vexing me to no end and I want to finish it so I can work on something I promised somebody. At this rate I will finish but I will feel quite hollow inside, even if the person the gift art is for raves that it is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Perhaps it is just me, the weather, old age creeping in, or lack of something that begins with 's' and ends with 'x'. Either way I will finish and present it and try and move on to the next project. I won't quit, I won't give up, No Surrender!

(One could say that it is because of my obsession with bunnies that is burning me out, but I highly doubt it. I mean come on now, I'd rather chop off my penor than give up bunnies, right? right???)