I've been in this creative funk lately. It's not that I can't think of anything to create, my head is filled with ideas on top of ideas on top of more ideas on top of Jessica Alba in that cowgirl outfit from Sin City playing Halo 2. The problem is I just can't get them out, and that I have the attention span of a 4 year old. I once took an online test to find out if I had adult ADD, but I ended up searching for the world's biggest pair of pants half way through it. Anyhoo, There seems to be a block somewhere between my brain and my drawing hand. And I can't figure out what it is. Artistically I'm constipated. It's some sort of dysfunction that settled in my head while I was asleep. It's a freakin' bug and it's laying eggs in my skull! And now my pencil is flacid! Flacid! I can't get it up and I know this is just all in my head. So I figured I needed some kind of an outlet, a commode if you will, where I can just dump all the crap in my head. The good shit and the bad, whatever it may be. Basically I now have a place to freely create whatever the hell I feel like, post whatever pictures of myself I took in the bathroom, or just ramble on about why some people just shouldn't be driving on the road, let alone be allowed to procreate. So this is it. Like Viagra for that little piece of my brain that controls the in and out motion of my imagination. Wait, did I say little? Well I meant well endowed. Ok, it's huge.
all images © 2005 Erwin Haya, unless otherwise noted.