This may be a bit crazy.
We shall begin.
Being an artist takes work. It's not easy. You just don't take up a pencil, slap some paint on a page, and BOOM!
It's sometimes a painful process. BUUUTTT ...
ART MUST HAPPEN.
But then you wake up like this ...
AAAAAAAAAand if you have the tendency to use coffee as false courage to face the world ...
Thusly, after the caffeine takes hold ...
So, you sit. And sit. And sit.
Back cramps, anyone?!?!?!
So after sitting, and sitting, and sitting, and sitting, you get up for a snack all like ...
(let's face it, if most of us tried that, we'd all be in the emergency room ...)
Wait, where was I going with this one?
And did I mention coffee??!?!?
I did ...
Eh, we need another one by now.
So, after walking around the kitchen and eating hordes of food ...
BACK TO THE ART!
Let's talk about ...
Yes, your eraser (like rubbed off yesterday) just put a nice, fabulous black streak
across the paper.
And do people even know how unsafe it is to try and talk you when you're
"in the mode"?
Then you ...
Last but not least (yeah here it comes) ...
When someone looks at your art.
*horrified screams in background*
Ok. So we all take a sense of pride in all we do, yes? Hmm. It's not that we don't
want people to see our work ... it's just ... we don't? Is it a protective thing? What?
But either people do this with your art ...
"Oh .. you draw."
Or this ...
"I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!!!!"
!!!!!!!!!AND THEN THEY THUMB THE PAGE!!!!!!!!!!
And you sit in silence looking something like a baby hawk waiting
for it's mommy to come back with breakfast ...
(see what I did there? no? ok ...)
LIKE. SERIOUSLY. THOUGH.
And then the famed ...
"Why don't you draw me?"
IT DOES'NT WORK LIKE THAT.
So, after a long day (and possibly half a night) you fall into your fluffy pillows, like the
near-dead artist you are.