I hardly ever do art for myself. Since I do print graphics (for eight hours a day, five days a week) the desire to break out with a brush or pencil when I get home usually isn’t there. The last time I actually painted something was way back in 1997. I feel very inadequate when I do art for myself. The great ideas swirl in my head, but when I try and put them down on paper or canvas they never turn out quite as good as they should. Sometimes, I think there is a short between my brain and my hand.

Well, the creative juices are starting to flow again and I am feeling kinda jazzed about it. It’s time to see what my mind is gonna spit out.