I have not felt like drawing in almost two full years. Drawing makes me tired, I find it slightly irritating, and I my lethargy with ideas is profound. At first it depressed me greatly: art has been an identity of mine for about fifteen years, and to suddenly not have any desire or want to do the activity that defined me was nearly heartbreaking. And then I got over myself, and just learned to live with being an artistic gimp. Sadness was replaced with equally profound indifference.

Then suddenly, just today... I wanted to draw. This: a very small picture of a person I don't even know.

I like this picture very much, and it touches a nerve that brings me to tears.