Icky

I have been sick with who-knows-what for the last three weeks, and I've gotten 4 different diagnoses. Unlike the great artists in history who created really significant work during the time they were stuck in bed, all I've done is sleep, take a couple bites of food, swallow pills, and roll over and go back to sleep. I've missed an entire week of school and barely have sketches to show for it. I don't even have little Matisse cutouts...

To mock me, I was kidding to a friend about Chuck Palahniuk's book Diary, which is about art, but considering I haven't noticed anyone putting charcoal in my hands so I draw deliriously, I don't think I'll be fulfilling any ancient artistic prophesies. It's a good book but made me hate my oil paints more than normal for slowly killing me.

I'm going to at least find some ref pics for when I'm up next.