I miss the days when I could just zone out and sketch.
This drawing I remember I did in a work meeting. I don't remember what the meeting was about, and I don't remember what was going on in my life to possess me to draw so many skulls and other imagery.
Sometimes I feel as though it has been so long, I fear even holding a pencil to a blank page. What if it won't be good? What if I can't be as good as I was before?
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