"Everything the light touches in this minimalistic plain will be yours one day.""Great, dad. Great. You realize the horizon is in the next province, right?"This has been an incredibly difficult art night. Nothing looked right, not a single sketch turned out. I tried to sketch for hours, but all I got was eraser dust. I really hope eraser dust isn't toxic, because my desk, floor, and parts of my bed are coated in it right now.
Some days it just doesn't happen. Even with the anniversary of the site coming up, I can still find myself in the grips of art angst. It's kind of scary and humbling.