Finally friends are discussing losing their mojo.
From my journal, above:
“I’ve lost my mojo several times and had no will to sketch…
The horror or uncertainty of our future, a sort of “why bother?”
When the USA’s future seems hopeless.
I can get more morose than that but won’t go there now.
Fell asleep (not like me — insomniac) and then finally pulled out our mending:
cat toys, bra straps, darning socks,
and now am going to start in on Mitchell’s jeans, patching holes.”

The thoughts that run through my mind, if I do stream of consciousness on THIS,
are who cares about stupid drawings,  who cares about making drawings,
who cares about a journal as they probably won’t find our bodies…
This is all unimportant… I walk through our bedroom or the studio library
and think about how no one wants this shit when the world is going to hell
and it feels like there is no relief…

Mind you, it isn’t staying in — I could stay in for months and not see anyone but it is that sort of knowing that we can’t go out, that there is no cure, that we have stupid leaders mostly, that there is no where to go to get out of this place…

Anyone else out there feeling this?

So I forced myself to draw my sewing stuff… meh… but I did draw. and the colors move me a bit… and watching Mitchell
play with the cats with
their repaired mousie.

Someone asked how I get the shadows/metal colors.  Ink.
In the case of shadow on metal, diluted in a Pentel Aquash waterbrush, I often use Super5 Frankfurt for the shadow and Noodler’s Lexington Grey for the metal color.  It is the only Noodler’s ink I own.

We gotta get outta this place…

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