I took a break and tattooed for an hour or so today. It was nice to be around people, but as soon as I got to the shop... I just wanted to be back home painting. This is good!
There was a point that I made myself push. It was a matter of setting a time constraint and just sprinting. Things came out much more fluid than normal. Slowly, I'm realizing this whole process is a constant mental battle. It's the most selfish of things. Me, sitting here thinking of what I like and what I deem essential. Me, me, me. Is that okay? I'm not sure, but it's certainly the case.