Lindsay Blog

Is “artist’s block” a thing? I think it’s a thing. And it’s the only way to describe how I’ve been feeling these past few weeks. So, unlike the last time there was a huge gap between posts, this time I am sorry. Sorry I haven’t posted new artwork or anything for a while! Minus ten blog points for me.

I’m really going to try not to make this an emo-sadface-poor-me post, but it’s getting a little frustrating.

I’m absolutely no good at a lot of things in life. Math. Sports. Making new friends. Lasting the entire hour at any given aerobics class. Plenty of things. And I’m absolutely fine with that! I’ve made my peace. Lindsay, you’re not an athlete. Nor are you ever going to be a mad scientist who invents the next big must have gizmo. And Linds, you can forget about ever being the most popular kid in school. Not. Gonna. Happen. And Lindsay always replies, “Hey, that’s cool. Let somebody else be that guy, and I’ll be glad for them. I’ve got my own thing going. I’m an ARTIST.” Oh, did I mention I talk to myself? Yeah. …Moving on.

Drawing, painting, and most all of the “arts” have always come fairly naturally to me. It runs in the family. It’s also the thing that makes me happiest in the whole wide world! I love to express myself through art, even if it only makes sense to me. It’s just… well, natural. Except when it isn’t.

I go through these spurts of hating everything I try to create. I’m in one right now. The one real “talent” I have seems to be temporarily out of order. And it pretty much sucks.

To sum up: I’m feeling uninspired.

I’m currently sending out as many good vibes as possible in hopes that the universe will give me a muse. Help me universe!

I was going though some old files on my backup drive and found these happy little birdies! I think I painted them in ‘05 or ‘06. Old enough for me to have probably signed “Lindsay Mahler”. They were a present for Wes. Probably because I couldn’t afford anything else. It was either this, or another pair of Mario themed 1up boxers.

Which one is your favorite?

Lindsay: “Hello Reginald! How have you been?”

Reginald: “I’m sorry, do I know you? I’m afraid I’m rather forgetful in this fog.”

Lindsay: “Reginald, it’s me! Your creator! I painted you sometime last year, don’t you remember?! I’m hurt.”

Reginald: “Dear child, don’t get so emotional. You’ll smudge my brushstrokes. Whoever painted these feathers worked very hard on them.”

Lindsay: “Yeah, that was me.”

Reginald: “Oh! Why didn’t you say so? Well done.”

Lindsay: “Whatever.”