I’m having one of those days (or weeks, or months) when I feel like being an artist is a curse. Every spare moment I have in which I am not making art I feel guilty that I am not making art and therefore even the time I set aside to do nothing but have fun is partially tainted by this underlying guilt.

And this guilt stems from making nothing that I have been terribly excited about lately. And the work that I force myself to do anyway I like to call art poop. Which is not necessarily bad art but is unexcited sad art. I give you art poop.