Artistic Constipation (lovely title, no?)

See the look of utter disgust and contempt within my dog's eyes? He says to me, "Woman! Get thee to a paintbrush!" Problem is, I can't. It seems that I've briefly lost my "mojo," whatever that is. I have no motivation to do anything. I have about FIVE art projects I should be working on, but should-ing isn't the same as doing.

I have been forcing myself to draw in my sketchbook. The results? Multitudes of bubbles and viney lines. ugh. I think I'm going to procrastinate and get myself involved in an organizational project.

Maybe that will clear the cobwebs, because one thing's for sure. This is fast becoming a blog of photographs, not the illustration blog it's meant to be. That's gotta stop, and soon!