I can not... not do art.
So in December I left California for US Navy boot camp, and stayed in a super controlled environment with eerie white walls and quiet streets and strict rules... I missed Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day, Easter, My brother's birthday, and My brother getting married... I was in four months, stuck in boot camp, then medically discharged and flew home May.
That whole time, in the most uninspiring artistically dry environment, the only thing I wanted to do was put pen to paper, or get my hands on some glue and things to make collages out of... I was DYING.
Today, the itch... to create... I have NOTHING left, all