today I have to paint a Queens bookcover. Where is my motivation?! I must motivate my brain..Lazy, tired and braindead--- maybe a sangria lunch will open the creative third eye. I hate not feeling it. I hate when my gut doesnt burn with fire. I am a very fiery person but when the oven goes down I get ornery and turn into a destructive ass. Art can never be robotic, you cant go through the motions you gotta spill your guts into your work or it is not art, it is pet photography..