(re)lax

The first or the second kind.

Lots of thinking time lately, and lots of drawing being done, but I'm being irrationally spiteful (is there a rational kind?), so no sketches being posted until my public ego recovers.

I have well over 100 ideas hanging in limbo on my wall. The purity of their individual notes is being lost to the harmonious ring that surrounds me when I look at the mosaic of thought.

They're a silent symphony that only I can hear, a future-echo of the body of work I might produce in my lifetime. The body of work I hope to produce, in any case.

Some things have been urging me to pursue game design again, with the new ideals I have about the activity. But the heat has been stopping me. Twenty minutes ago I was feeling great, watching the rain, feeling its cool spray. Now I'm back in my room and the heat is downright stifling. Silly computers.

Here, however, is a glimpse of the outside I basked in. We stood on the upstairs porch and watched a spectacular lightning show.



It was a very quick painting; I should've been making dinner.