I spent a long time in the hospital in early 2013.
This took away most, if not all, of my artistic inspiration. I'll still get an idea every once in a while, but I just can't find the motivation to do anything about it. So the idea just floats away. Sometimes I'll actually attempt to draw, but I don't get very far.
I usually have this overwhelming feeling of just wanting to create, but having no idea what to create. It's a dark, depressing feeling. It feels as if when I left my apartment in Grand Rapids in that ambulance, I left my talent there too. And now that I'm back in Chelsea, my talent is still hovering somewhere in Grand Rapids, looking for a body to live in. Looking for a student, not a college drop out.
I'm so disappointed in myself.