Ironic, isn’t it? Me, sitting here trying desperately to think of a way to visually express the idea that genius comes from outside of a person. That ideas are some kind of divine inspiration. What am I trying to say? That being a creative infers that I have some kind of direct line to God? A god? Anything? Coz I’m pretty sure there’s not even a direct link between my hand and my brain at the moment.
I feel there’s something in the idea that you always get ideas on the toilet, or in the shower or in bed at night when the lights off and there’s no pens handy and you step on an upturned plug and curse into the darkness.
I could always go expected way and draw some fairies, that’s what everyone else is going to do, right?
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