I have hardly been able to create art in months, and even then only 3 things. Sharing my old art is helping me. Or I am pretending it is helping as a form of self-shame to get be back into art. I just don't know if I have it in me anymore. My best friend, my familiar, my sweet kitty is gone. She was my muse, she is why I started painting again. I drew this random cat another time I didn't feel like creating art (or anything) in 2015. I wish I felt only THAT bad now.
We don't know if my inability to create art is due to my losing my sweetheart, or due to a brain injury that occurred in November. But we do know my cat was so worried about me that she died a few days afterwards. So it is kind of a package deal.
I'm adding old art to my portfolio almost daily. It'll at least push me to do SOMETHING. Hey, at least I can form complete sentences now, so there is that. Of course I am stuck at home convalescing, so I don't have my cat to talk to so it doesn't even matter.
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