This was not the best week for me as an artist (hence the cranky last page), and I think my sketchbook is reflecting that.

There was a bit of being leaned on -- way too heavily -- by people, for things. I created something that I really loved and was proud of, but now I feel antipathy toward it, because of what surrounded -- or followed -- it.

I did, however, create a second thing that I loved, and I feel happy about it because of what surrounded and followed it -- which was gratitude and kindness. I think I'll be able to share it next week.

There was also a bit of being ripped off -- in a direct and systematic way, at times -- with one person more-or-less reproducing each new piece I post, and posting it as their own. But I'll get into that later too.

Anyway, I'm just feeling a bit -- disillusioned.