Monica and I are having dinner tonight. It will be good to get out of the house for a change. I haven't been very social in recent months.
I just can't wrap my head around what happened last night. I'll blame it on the wine and lack of a decent night's sleep.
--GS
10:00 PM. I can't sleep. A storm is moving in. I'm finally writing in this thing. This journal. Monica will be pleased, I'm sure. "The point is to get those creative juices flowing again." She would say. Writing is new to me. I have always used the visual arts as a way to express my thoughts and emotions. Writing feels forced. I suppose I need some way to relieve the pressure I feel building. I haven't had the desire to pick up a paintbrush in almost a year. Numb. That is all I feel. Completely numb. How does one paint "numb"?
--GS
Edit: Tonight I believe I have lost my mind. Again...
I set this journal up for you, Gage, now use it! Look, I even titled it for you. "Musings of a Disenchanted Artist." Perfect title, don't you think?
Edit: I purposely chose not to use your artwork. The world is waiting for something new from you. Credits go to Robert Aichinger and Snap2Objects
--Monica