I seem to have a cold. I've had so few in my life, or at least in the last twenty or thirty years, that I hardly know what they're like or what to expect. I certainly don't love them.
I thought I would be fine, that I could just go on about my life even with a cold, but that doesn't seem to be the case. On Tuesday and Wednesday, I was all set to work at the Village, but I just couldn't. I didn't feel up to it.
I've noticed that in the past when I wasn't feeling well, I had no motivation to work on my artwork. All I want to do is sit and do nothing. When I'm well, there are very few things that will stop my working. I have a friend who calls me compulsive. Maybe I am but I think that's one of the ways you improve as an artist, or at any occupation, by continually working all the time. You improve your skills when you keep working. As an artist, it hardly matters what medium you chose, just chose one and get busy.
Above is part of a drawing from a sketchbook. I feel kind of like this drawing right now. But I'll be better soon and back at work.
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