I had four days, four days to work undisturbed. At the conclusion of each of those four days, I wiped out everything I painted. I don't know what happened. Maybe Minerva rations and she sprinkled gobs of it on me a couple of weeks before. Seriously, I was on fire for a couple of weeks and then suddenly I was gushing around in ugly paint and couldn't draw. So... I spent the weekend drawing. I did a lot of bad drawings and then I started to pull out of it. I even did a couple of drawings that I think are quite lovely and intriguing.
The struggle is important. I keeps me humble. Struggle reminds me that I have to work for my successes. I have to work harder when the magic isn't there. The struggle feeds my passion. I'm excited to get back into the studio tomorrow and start again.