On Painting

Sometimes I wonder what I would’ve ended up doing if I didn’t have my powers. I’ve had friends jokingly tell me I should become an artist, but I don’t know. I wonder if I’d gone to art school if I could have made something of it. Part of me regrets not trying for that now, but at least I can still practice at the office. Ultimately though I don’t know if I’d be good enough. In terms of my personal work at least I’ve been stumped. I keep coming back to a drawing of this same weird creature. I don’t know what she is, but it’s like I see her wherever I go. I can’t help but put her to canvas, almost like I’m being compelled by something deep within me to do so. I’m musing at this point, but it has become an obsession to the point where I’m basically caught in artist’s block. Maybe I’ll try sketching something around the office to clear my head.