On some nights, i feel a real lack of inspiration.
Last night was one of those nights,
but still, i felt like painting,
so i decided to doodle.
Doodling is like bubble gum for the brain.
Sometimes, we just need to recharge
and not over think or over analyze things.
Doodling is great for this,
although I think i need to let loose more.
My doodles seem a little too organized
Then this morning,
I felt a little more inspired,
although perhaps not blissfully happy.
Do you ever feel sometimes
like you're putting on a happy face,
when in reality, on this particular day,
you're not really that happy?
That's what i was thinking about this morning,
and about how some days
are just more difficult than others
for some people.
After i finished the painting
I still felt like something was missing
until i added the words.
As soon as the words were part of it,
i knew it was done.
Nothing for the Louvre,
but I kinda like her.