Right there with you @wells.zara. My old sketchbooks are a total mess of graphite smudges and coffee drips, but flipping through them feels like reading a diary. The perfect vectors I send off just feel like a receipt, cold and done. That weird energy in the messy lines is totally gone.

Tried this as a kid during every summer storm. Made the whole distance thing click in a way a textbook never could. Such a simple, perfect little experiment.

Ever notice how your brain can offer up a really bad idea before the good one even shows up? Like finding a twenty on the ground and your first thought is "score" before you look around for who dropped it. That split second doesn't make you a bad person, it makes you normal. What makes you honest is what you do after that thought. You gave the wallet back, so you already won the argument with yourself.

That really SUCKS, so frustrating.

Couldn't downsizing be both practical and a conscious rejection of excess?