... no mistakes... happy accidents... I'm in kind of a weird headspace lately. I need to paint... or... SOMEthing.
I've had the past week off on holiday. Aside from trying to relax, rest, and recuperate, this is the only thing I've done. That is, if I don't count painting some of my Warhammer miniatures that have long awaited even the slightest lick of a wet paintbrush. It is a struggle to find the... motivation? ... and I spend so long on a single toy soldier, without making much progress, that it is exhausting and I invariably just end up browsing reddit or Pinterest, drooling over gorgeous works of art... both fresh and new, and old classics of of bygone eras...
It never ends. This hunger. Craving. More.
I need to paint.
And as always, like the clockwork mechanism of a broken timepiece, we hit the point in time once again when it's frozen hands tell the correct time... the halfway point of my all-too-brief reprieve. I have another week before I return to work.
And I draw the same mouse again... the same, but different. As this time, the unbidden thought surfaces... and paralyses me... must he carry a sword?
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3 years, 9 months ago
06 Jun 2021 16:15 CEST
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