Not really drool, you know, outwardly. It’s an inner drool, like Goofy diggin’ on cake.
So, yesterday, it started here:
It was time. It felt right. I’d done sketches – lots of sketches. Different directions and ideas; I thought I had it figured out. It was almost there – but then, not quite. So, I sat down, got quiet, got still, and asked for guidance.
Then a new direction and a new sketch. Ahhh, there we go…
Three or four hours the first day. It felt so GOOD.
I love art. I just frickin’ love it. Have I told you that? Well, lemme tell ya…
I love making art.
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