The other day I was working on what seemed to be the right combination of medium (paper) and beginning of an idea. When I started to realize it was working I quickly put it away and worked on something else. I have done this before, setting up a start for when I am flowing, but this time I'm thinking it was to prolong some feeling of success. Pretty fucked habit. My art will be sitting around in the pub grinning like an idiot.
Want to mention the struggle between the goal of a facial and bodily representation of a figure's psychological makeup, vs a figure that depicts physical deformity is giving way, slowly.