As an artist, sometimes I do get in these little funks. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about. You read something, or find a song on a playlist that takes you BACK. Way back, to when you were an angsty teen and all the world was against you and you created characters that projected that angst out and out...

And even if it wasn't that long ago, sometimes, I feel this way. Angry and yet antsy at the same time. I can't sit still but I don't want to move or I'll lose this feeling - this perfect rage.

I wonder if this is the way people feel when confronted with the desire to not necessarily go back, but simply to.. Be simpler. To feel these feelings. Like your current world doesn't exist. You're an anachronism just walking around and existing.

I'm rambling on and not making any sense.

But I got to thinking - at one point, I thought art was fun. It was amazing how much time I spent just drawing for the joy of it - for the descriptive power. Putting yourself on the paper. But when I got a tablet... it changed. It didn't feel the same - the organic expression was gone. And then, I started to measure my work by how shiny it was - by how straight the lines were. It made no sense - I never cared before.

So I got to thinking - what would happen if I sketched and colored exactly the way I would with a pencil? blocked things out the way I would if I were using lead instead of pixels? Remembered the way these characters looked when I was only 15 and lost?

I'm not sure I'm satisfied.