One of the reasons I like the Lewis Carrol’s Cheshire Cat so much is because it’s really how I imagine most cats to be: little fuzzy smarty pants that are always willing to get you into trouble for their own amusement.

I’m having a good couple of drawing days, yesterday and today. It doesn’t quite make up for the dry spell from last couple of weeks, but I’m going to take it while the taking is good.

I’ve also been struggling with some self-esteem issues lately, and while I’m not quite feeling okay (yet?) about that stuff, I am starting to feel better. I’m uncertain, but I suspect that I draw better when I feel better – which is something I’d like to investigate further (in the feeling better/drawing better aspect – the feeling crappy stuff is boring and unfun.)

I’ve always hated the “tortured artist” myth.