Emotions are wonderful – they compel you to be creative. Negative ones, especially. It's true that creativity is a form of release, an expression. It's also what I believe to be the best form of escape (next to washing dishes). So, because I've been down in the dumps and since I'm not the type to go high up in the mountains and scream for a good restart, I dusted off my craft stuff and got going.
By the way, there's this #The100DayProject happening on Instagram which I got from Andrea, and y'all know it's nice to join memes sometimes when they're about something meaningful and cute. I had a head start a few days ago making accessories and drawing with watercolor, and couldn't stop since.
I mean... It's 4:35am as I write this, I just finished a thing I did on Photoshop. For someone who's felt dead inside for a while, it's effort enough so let me do a happy dance~* brb
Hey, it me! And my pajamic clothes. In the photo I copied this from, I was standing on a swing and holding onto the chains. I got lazy to draw those and decided I'd add flowers instead. Thought of roses because I can be basic sometimes, but I remembered D. Santan's kind of become a thing between us. When I remembered that I couldn't stop smiling. =)
(Santan photo edited from here.)
It's amazing what a few hours of getting lost in inspiration can do. I vaguely remember how I felt writing the post before this.