I haven't drawn anything in days -- bronchitis, lack of energy, blah. Next thing I know I am uninspired. I could not even heed Michael Nobbs's positive exhortations. But today our daughter Nora played with this old belt of mine and as it sat there after I put her to bed, I found it a bit symbolic. The belt that holds it all together at long last. Kind of the way I feel now after three weeks of antibiotics, cough, dizziness and approximate doodles with Crayola markers. A little more together. B2P pen in "babylogue" Moleskine.
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