Dearest reader,

So, on the first day of my grand effort to kickstart my creativity and reclaim my identity as an artist, what do I do? Why, errands of course. None of which had to do with art in any way (unless you count getting new glasses an art form) and took me an hour or so.

So, no art during the day.

Then, before I could will myself into being the creative person I hope I am, I had to go to work. Admittedly, I work at a frame store where I get to be creative with other peoples art, but its not really the same as putting your hot little hands all over something and then being able to say 'yeah, thats mine."

So, no art during the evening.

Disgusted with myself for being a lazybones about my promise to myself and to you, dearest reader, I arrived home determined to do something before day one was up. I then proceeded to bang out the quickest, ugliest sketch of the road at night I have ever seen, and called it good.

So, crummy art at around 10 o' clock.

I really can't even call it art! A sketch is a brain fart on paper- quick, dirty, and easily glossed over with bigger and better things. But, in my mind, its something to get me going, and really thats all I want.

And you, dearest reader, to kick me in the butt when I lapse!

Yours, the artist

The quick and dirty inspiration...

The quick and dirty sketch.