Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night frustrated and angry and your materials are right there and all you can do is remind yourself you are not completely useless as an artist while manifesting the demons inside? It was that kind of night.
I literally got 2-3 hours of sleep and now am on a bus to work. Walked by a homeless soul draped in a flower blanket and reminded myself life could be much worse.
Was going to clean it up more before I shared it but nah, let it be messy.
Creativity is probably the best pipe where strong emotional states may be sent through, even better when insomnia invites itself in the story.
Still better than ruminating dark ideas while waiting for some sleep that wouldn't come 😉
There is a certain psychology to it. It is strange.