blackcatbone

I'm feeling very stream-of-consciousness. Dark and rainy here for the last couple of days. Time to get the fireplace going in my library.

Been looking through the SG photos for any that inspire me to do some pinup art. Only a few are jumping out at me. Too many skinny girls.

My creative juices have been high lately. I go through phases. Some days I feel like I'm just a machine turning out the art for pay...other days I feel like I could create a mountain or an ocean just through sheer creative will.

The sugar maples are starting to turn brilliant orange and red around my house. Today I got my first whiff of that wonderful, earthy, patchouli-like decaying leaf smell in the air. Reminds me of when I was a kid, jumping in piles of leaves. Without a doubt Autumn makes me happiest.

I'm a creature of the dark and cold. Get cravings for bowls of stew and roasted, dripping meat. Cold-weather cravings. (And I WAS a vegetarian for almost 3 years!)

Back to drawing! The only light on in my studio is a Yankee candle and the light over my drawing board. And the street outside is quiet. My house is quiet. My head is quiet. It's a perfect night.