The light by which I travel into this and that
Things have been going okay, I guess. The drawings keep coming along, so life is good on the art front. My scribbles are moving in another new direction, which may or may not be a good thing. My dad also sent out my old easle and a bunch of stretcher frames, so I have the best of intentions to get started on another new something that's not (just) a scribble. Hopefully I'll get that going in the next few days - or at the latest over the weekend.
The only thing I'm struggling with, I guess, is that even though I feel like my identity is moving away from my day job and into art, I still only have a little bit of time each day to do work that really means anything to me. I say I'm an artist and I don't feel like an office manager, but I can't really do my art and I am really still just (yes, just) an office manager. It's frustrating. The light at the tunnel (to use a hackneyed phrase) is knowing that one day I'll be arting full time. It's easier to deal with my 9 to 5 when I keep that in mind, but it's been hard lately.
Here's a doodle from a staff meeting:
Here's a scribble from a few weeks ago (he's pointing at a torn out page):
