The last weeks were horrible, especially in a creative way. Everytime I tried to draw at least ANYTHING it didn't work. Not at all, everything went horribly wrong no matter how hard I tried. I don't want to bitch and moan here, but I was pretty much desperate and very frustrated.
Last night it seemed like I couldn't bear this anymore. Another try, another failure, I didn't want to draw anymore, never! I went totally mad, grabbed my crayons and the fattest Marker I could find and tried to destroy my sketchbook with them. Oh, how good it felt :]

I made three pictures that way in less than one hour and in the end I was completely relaxed. A wonderful feeling indeed


soooo:
Alive and kickin' again, more than ever before :D