Art by Lee Howard

I haven’t felt like painting in 2 days, not since I tried to paint the other night and I. JUST. COULDN’T (then, like any sane person, smashed the shit out of the canvas. Reasonable.)

I haven’t felt like doing anything. I’m getting sick again. Swell.

If I’m not painting, or making art, at this point in life, at this time, I feel like I don’t really have a purpose. Maybe I’m just burned out from non-stop art makings lately. Maybe I’m going robo-person again. Lets hope not. Last time I was robo-person, I didn’t do art for, ohhh, 5 years or so.

All the best art is fueled by emotion. Lately I’ve been doing things I know will make me angry as fuck in the hopes it sparks rage-fueled, awesome art. It’s not hard to do, and takes only seconds to achieve it. I don’t have a clue in the ‘verse is this is the greatest idea ever, or the worst thing in the world. I have no clue where any of this is going.

I’m still kind of new to Tumblr, but I get really inspired by people’s art, so I want to see more, and I really want to be able to share my art with people as well.

HEEEELLLPPPPPPPPPPP. Thanks, fellow artist-type-peoples.

I dislike leaving the apartment. All I want to do is paint and let that be good enough. Ugh. The days are going by WAY too fast lately.