Making and not making

I can't live without art, without making art. I realized, after not making art for a couple of days, that I'm certainly not a happy person when I don't make art. I changed my categories of creating; my days for making it, my hours of drawing, and the places I make it.

I made a poor decision to work on Pocket Utopia-related things on Saturday and Sunday instead of drawing. Monday morning arrived and I hadn't made any art for two days, and I tried to find beauty in things and it wasn't there.

But now I've sorted things out by making again. I discovered that I've made many drawings on two sides of the same page. Perhaps there are two sides to my personality that of making and that of not making.