I'm in between jobs, suspended in time and become somewhat complacent with doing nothing. I hadn't been drawing much prior to my plane rides. I try not to force it, but sometimes worry the spark has faded. That creative constipation seemed to subside as last few days I've enjoyed a renewed interest in the arts and below is a sampling of what flowed out of me.
Above; forgot how fun shapes can be.

Below; gearing up for my next gig.
It took 30,000 feet to get me high on drawing again. Or maybe I was just really happy to get the hell out of Florida...







