|I've been diligently working on a new painting. I'm happy with the colors, composition, content, etc, etc, etc|
In 2009, I received my MFA from Northern Illinois University. Shortly after graduation I moved to Iowa and found myself in a pickle. I was not inspired. Everything I painted was shitty and I didn't know what to do with myself.
The whole thing made me really depressed and I decided to put painting off to the side for awhile and concentrate on pen and ink drawing. The process of drawing was good for my brain. I had to focus on the basics again. Composition. Value. Line variation. Content. My drawings began to do all of the things that my paintings were not and my confidence returned.
It was time to paint again. I am happy to report that I am finally back. This is my 4th painting (in about 3.5 months). I'm on a roll. After three years I feel like myself again. I learned something important over these three years, don't feel sorry for yourself. If you start to feel sorry for yourself, draw. Or do something else that makes you happy. Just don't wallow. Wallowing is for suckers. And hogs.