I used to think something was wrong with me. I’d sit at my desk, surrounded by the prettiest scraps, the softest brushes, the juiciest ink colors, and I’d just stare. Nothing would come. And when it did, it felt forced. Like I was trying to be an artist, instead of just being one. And god, that ache. That longingContinueContinue reading “What Only Your Best Friend Will Tell You About Unlocking Your Creativity”
Heidi Cogdill 