This Does Not Let Me Sleep

I'm moving to Brick Lane soon and I am as excited as feeling odd about it. It's a change and lately change is something that I don't welcome dramatically, it rocks my world, unsettles my mind, makes me think about things I better don't, distracts me from spending time tet-a-tet with all the things I'd love to do on my Day Off. I haven't had a day off for two weeks now and am feeling exhausted and apathetic. Also gloomy, a bit down and emotional and this sacred studio of mine in this room full of night hours' silence, wall posters, pictures, notebooks, personal space is soon to be left for the wonderful room in the middle of all the arty and bohemian happenings of Central London the Greatest in all its glory of things interesting, beautiful, infinite, victorian, and what have you. 

These days are visually filled with early mornings, black suede pumps, cold hearts, black magic, bleeding cowboys, odd songs, photos of people I never met, dreaming of taking portrait photographs, thoughts about moving, vintage dresses that need altering, working on a storyboard for a music video in my head, and working on other things on paper and screen outside my head, my hair being soft and smelling of the spring last year, feeling of being lost in time and understanding where I'm  going with all this.

I haven't had any time to work on my last personal illustration yet, I'm drawing it A3 and I have just done his arm since the last update.

I will get back to this eventually.