I have been experiencing a "dry-spell" for some time now; everything just sort of feels meaningless. Every time I sit down to draw nothing comes, there is no longer a spark of inspiration to drive me to create something real.
Trying and going nowhere is infuriating, and I'm not sure how to fix whatever this is. I think it has more to do with the fact that I've lost more than my imagination, but a piece of myself that drove me to create in the first place: misery.
I was miserable for so long that all I knew how to draw was misery, and now that I'm happy and actually have a life worth living and working for, there is nothing for me to draw.
How do I create happiness when all I had known was misery?
Listening to: 30 Seconds to Mars
Reading: Prophecy by Elizabeth Haydon
Watching: Doctor Who
Drinking: Sweet Tea