UrsulaV (ursulav) wrote,
UrsulaV
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Today, I painted.

And I got in the groove. It happens occasionally. It's the...thingy. For an hour or two, you can't lay a stroke wrong. Time sort of wanders off. It's cool when it happens. It doesn't happen very often. If I could tap into it at will, they would find me dehydrated, starved, twitching with sleep-deprivation, my wrists ginked up like frost-killed tree roots and my eyes shot with a fine red mesh, sitting in a pile of my own art and/or waste material.

Fortunately for all involved, I can't tap into it at will, and it doesn't last for more than a few hours, and leaves me wrung out like an elderly squeegee afterwards, but that's generally enough. I had only intended to get the painting started--it's one of the illos for Mongoose--and instead I did the entire piece in one mad sprint. And as I worked, the back of my brain went "Pling! Pling! Twang!" and a teeny voice arose from within the army of three-legged frogs on wheels and wombats wandering around with vague expressions and somewhat horrified lizards, and said "Yes. This is it. This is the style. This is where I want my art to go, at least for awhile."

And that is an excellent feeling, although I am not sure if I can trust it, since I get loopy and weird when I'm in that particular painting trance, and I sorta wish I could show y'all, the painting, but, y'know, NDA and all. But I'll post it as soon as I can.
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