Sometimes, reader... Sometimes I get a day when my ability to draw is so overwhelmingly gone, so unbelievably absent, so vastly vanished, null and void that I start to wonder if I've had a stroke.
TODAY was a wonderin'-if-I-had-a-stroke kind of a day.
In the interest of full disclosure I didn't actually attempt to draw anything until somewhere in the neighborhood of 9:50 PM. I figured I'd take an easy out and doodle something out of one of my art nouveau books. Lack of success drove me to what I thought would be the easier "Art of Aladdin".
I barely escaped with nothing but an angry Abu to show for it. Which, not surprisingly, is about how I felt after it was all said and done.