Had a really nice work day with a friend. I tried to get back into drawing, while she took a break from reading plays and made erotic macaroni art for her beau. (She is a multi-talented person.) I was starting to get frustrated with how rusty I am with drawing and how everything I do is really amateurish-looking. Then I was reminded of a page from Lynda Barry’s book, What It Is, which was a birthday present from Gayle last year. Once I start asking myself “Is it good?” and “Does it suck?” I am slowly removing myself from what is pleasurable about creativity in the first place. It was a good reminder.
This applies to everything.
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