sometimes you’re gonna go through periods of creative flatline. you’re gonna be unable to create art that you’re satisfied with. you’re gonna look at your work and nitpick the anatomy or perspective and you’re gonna get frustrated because What Happened! you were making art no problem! and, that’s okay!!! the ocean can’t always dance. volcanoes can’t always bellow. everything needs a breather; a little bit of dormancy before it can show off a spectacle again. let your pen rest a bit. you have time to enjoy the quiet before the next storm comes.
my mom loves to lie and like she always swears she was NEVER homophobic or anything to me as a child “i even have a gay work friend” but a really funny memory resurfaced recently where i asked if i could use birthday money i had to buy a rainbow flag when i was like ??? 7?? because i LOVED rainbows. and she said no that means something Evil and god will hate you . so what did i do. but ask my grandmom for a rainbow sweater for christmas and proceed to only wear that sweater for three years when it got cold because i didnt like the idea that god hated colors and i wanted to challenge him
normal 7 year old with religious trauma: oh no god can hear my thoughts and punish me
me: either you are wrong about god or god is wrong and i will fight him and i will be the one to find out
