And not feeling in the least creative. Or talented.

Sad isn’t it?

I’ve done a little embroidery on my long term ‘work in progress’ jean jacket but not enough to brag about.

I made 3 acrylic backgrounds to paint on but I don’t know what I want to paint cause I’m just not inspired.

sigh.

This is the thing with me, I get into the groove and create like a mouse on speed, or I fall into a slump. They say you have to keep at it, even if what you create is crap… I tend to curl up into a ball and watch Netflix. That and chocolate – the opiates of the masses. Legal too.

I did have a brief glimmer of inspiration I made these two small acrylics…

Then, having seen a pretty amazing sketch at my friend Ada’s framing shop done in oil pastels (the work of an older woman, made years ago on cardboard) I decided to buy some.

Now, bear in mind, I hadn’t really used oil pastels before, since using crayons when I was a kid. And I dislike them. The smell, the feel, the fact that they don’t blend well get all over your hands, and if you end up with a bit on the floor they’re impossible to get off. Ugh.

Anyway, I had a play.

This is what Gumby would look like if he was a donkey and had been painted by a colour blind five year old.

My second attempt was a bit better. But I’m giving up. I’m going back to water colour, acrylic and, my favourite of all time, soft pastels.

I’ll be home soon. And not a moment too soon.

z