My muse is prone to taking a leave of absence lately without consulting me much. He leaves me to flounder and wander, looking for inspiration until he returns. This is one of the pieces of inspiration that I found and one that warms my soul.
What warms your soul? For me, it is the moment that I know I have uninterrupted time to produce art. It is that moment when I have my supplies at hand and finally sit down and can start drawing or painting. There is something so overwhelmingly comforting about that time, its difficult to put into words.
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My fur and feather babies.
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