Tristan

I feel I've reached some limit here, either my materials, or, more likely, my skills, probably need to practice drawing men more. His suit is supposed to be much darker, and smoother, but I have to use so much pencil to make such dark marks, I likely need to use a darker pencil, or charcoal, but even this was messier than I'd prefer. As is it looks like I was trying to draw a member of the Beatles. It was mostly about making a face, which I got wrong (if you can even get the face of a nonexistent person wrong), his face structure wound up looking much younger than I was intending, less drawn out, less long.

Lack of inspiration. When the answer to every thought, or movement towards doing something, becomes "What does it matter?", "Why should I care?", "What's the point?". When it infects every thought, and feeling. I look at everything I do, not just drawing, and I can't tell why I do it anymore. I can find nothing new, and old standbys no longer offer the relief or at least distraction they once did, and have become bargains of a surprisingly Faustian variety.

This is Tristan, name again courtesy of @BeamPasit. In a world of desperate people there is always some who benefit, he's one of them. His voice is always calm, his demeanor always collected. Everyone needs him, sooner or later, and when you need him, he's your best friend, always ready to offer a favor to those in need, you'll owe him one. Unlike some he will deal with the desperate. He doesn't deal in money, not everyone has money, but everyone has value. He deals in other far more common commodities...

Dtiys update, I've heard from some experts that the worst of the situation I find myself in right now will likely be over by the third week, though it can vary quite a bit of course. I still can't really give a solid time frame but wanted to let those that participated that I'm still thinking about it.

I'm not doing well. I'd like to apologize for how erratic I've been these last few months. So many big things keep happening and it's really distorting how I perceive things. I feel that things are falling apart, but I also feel that everything's the same as it's always been. Also feel really stupid lately.