Happy Screw Years.

So I've been sitting here on break...actually, I've been all over the frickin' country on break trying to relax and re group...and I've been doing some thinking. It's hard to describe what i've been thinking about, because mostly it comes in waves of fear and anxiety. success, failure, progress etc...

Time keeps going and going and yet I feel stuck.

I'm on the verge of going back for second semester and I'm suffering severe sketchist block. My beautiful new spiral bound sketchbook that I got from Celeste during a rousing secret santa exchange sits empty in my messenger bag. I fear that when I pick up a pencil, nothing will happen.

It's 2010 and there is no documented Jason Belden work from this year. Nothing.

I want to make new beautiful work as always. but for the moment, all I can do is look at stuff from my past sketch files. I miss the carefree hand of unbridled sketching wonderment.

2007 - 2008


This kind of stuff used to just come out of me all the time. (No gross imagery intended) And I miss it! It has a comfortable freedom...probably due to the Comfortable Freedom of the time in my life from which it was done. High School. ( I miss it so.)
bits of that are just sick.

2008 - 2009 i think i don't really know for sure. Screw knowing the years things were done.

I like my work but I don't know whats going to become of it. I don't know where i'm gonna end up creatively, but something tells me I'm gonna need to take some of "this" with me.
So screw years!
who needs them?
No one.