Somber muses

I hate when this happens, the nights go away in a blink, the birds chirp outside and I haven’t closed my eyes but haven’t created anything new either. So the only thing I can do to not get trapped in the routine of uninspired insomnia, is to read, and to observe. Maybe, some of these images will get through my short and shallow dreams.


And, this is what happens when you abuse of your wacom.