Usually, about every three months or so, my creative juices dry up, and I find myself in a slump. This has been happening on such a regular basis, that I’m staring to think that it’s cyclical in nature. And can be seen coming and viewed as nothing new when it finally hits.
Usually when this happens [I really shouldn’t start two paragraphs in a row with the same word, but by the time you finish reading this, you fill have forgotten about that], and predictably so, I stop drawing, or draw crap, and try to camouflage it with some brilliant bullshit. “If ya can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle ’em with bullshit.”
Well I’ll be dipped in shit, if the opposite didn’t happen this time around. Drawing is going along nicely (the same old stuff), but the quirky, adolescent in nature, good-hearted fun-filled grab-ass bullshit has dried up totally. Usually (that’s #3) there no end to my B S. In fact people have often told me, “Hansi, you’re full of shit”.
I really don’t wanna write about myself and what I’m going through. And, I don’t want this to be a “Geezer” blog, where I go on rants about how everything is turning to shit, and how current economics, politics, social trends and what the entertainment industry deems ‘entertaining’, is driving me absolutely insane to the point that all I want to do is turn on, tune in, and drop out.
But maybe my sufferings can be a blessing unto others, who take heart, see the light, and who can thankfully say, “I’m sure glad I’m not as fucked-up as he is” 🙂