Two nights ago, I was working on an illustration. As late evening became early morning, I put my pen down and went to bed. I lied in bed thinking about the drawing and about getting up and continuing my work on the piece. So, I got out of bed and went back to my drawing table. I proceeded to completely botch the illustration.
Yesterday, I thought about that catastrophe all day while I was at work. I got home at 6:30. Somewhere around 7:00, I sat down at my drawing table again and started redrawing that illustration. I don’t think that I drew a single line that I was unhappy with, and I wrapped it up around midnight feeling very satisfied.
From one day to the next; I can’t explain it…