I have a good story to tell. Or maybe it's a funny story. I don't know, at the very least, it's embarassing.
As I have done for the past several nights, I laid down on the floor to make my art; it seems like a very child-like thing to do, and I have found it fun to make art in the way a kid would do it. It wasn't terribly late when I started this drawing, but for some reason (perhaps it was because I was laying down!) I got really tired. Really fast.
And . . . I fell asleep while drawing no less than four times!
Now, this is not the first time that I've fallen asleep while making an artwork during this entire project. However, this is the first time that the drawing had evidence revealing that it happened - there are errant lines everywhere! Once the drawing was completed (such as it was), I got up and went to the bathroom. When I returned, apparently I summoned enough consciousness to realize that it was a terrible piece of art! (Upon looking at it the after waking, it was revealed to be a completely horrific terrible piece of art!)
As if the story hasn't been embarassing enough up to this point, it gets worse. Knowing that the self-portrait was not good, I decided to make another one. Apparently I was coherent enough to know that I'd likely fall asleep again and again if I resumed the previous position, so I made a change. This time I balanced on my hands and knees in the crawling position and bent down to draw into my sketchbook that remained on the floor! I'm sure I looked very strange, but at least the second attempt was slightly better. At least it was better enough to actually include it...
#336 September 21, 2011, Pencil