Hell With It

I have been trying for three days to make Real Art. Art that was interesting and complex and which I could look at and go “I have made a Cool Thing and the world is better for it.”

After one questionable and one outright miserable failure that self-destructed, I have returned to my artistic roots.

Horrifyingly, I actually feel a little better now.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.