Imaginary creature based on random scribbled lines: tombow markers and black ink brush pen.
My imagination is fading – I feel it, I see it. Maybe there are much more worries in my soul and life recently than I though there would be. I need to “clean up” my life and find clarity. I need to create more beauty and comfort in my environment. I need to catch up with all the undone assignments in art and life.That’s why I slide over to the mode where creativity and art is hardly possible.