I worked late tonight on some paintings, and after I went to bed I decided to look through my copy of Proud to be Weird, a huge book of Ralph Steadman's work. I now feel like I've had a lot of caffeine, my mind is thinking of everything, I'm feeling happy, and I just can't settle down to sleep. A little taste of mania induced by an evening of art.
I do this sometimes. I don't start out like this, though. Tonight I was nervous, tired, stressed, worried. After an hour or so of working I'm all, I don't know, hyper. Looking at new books sometimes will do pretty much the same thing. Anyone else have similar reactions?
I do this sometimes. I don't start out like this, though. Tonight I was nervous, tired, stressed, worried. After an hour or so of working I'm all, I don't know, hyper. Looking at new books sometimes will do pretty much the same thing. Anyone else have similar reactions?