The machinery is always going.

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If you sleep. If the gears keep you awake, eventually they turn slower and creakier and heavier and more labourious. So the noise and the effort adds to the lists of things that go bump in the night and that keeps you from real rest. … but I would rather go mad from sleep deprivation than stop the works and walk around empty.

Touching bottom.

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“You gotta touch the bottom before you can come back up”

*This post is dedicated to a dear friend who suffered a devastating loss yesterday. My heart breaks for you and what your family must be feeling. Love you gnomie.

Heartless.

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There’s a difference between being heartless and using your heart less.

You should care.

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I agree with the sentiment that there is no real originality left, that there is nothing new under the sun. But I do believe in authenticity. When you work on something that is your own, you’re being authentic, even if it’s been done before, you can still own it. If you rebrand what you can get from real creatives, try hopping onto the newest trend, or obsessively chase “going viral”, you are exactly what fatigues the creative impulse and industry. Luckily that kind of desperation is easy to spot. Creatives can be naive and idealistic, so beware of charming snake oil salesmen, or in today’s common tongue, “the promise of exposure”. With the vast opportunities the internet has to offer it’s likely that you could market yourself better anyway.

Beetle juice.

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Quote by P. G. Wodehouse.

We all tend to think we’re drinking from the overflowing cup of life Saturday night. It’s only Sunday morning that you see the beetle… My advice is, shut your eyes, tip the cup, don’t chew, just swallow – you could probably do with the protein.

Making the most of your mood swings.

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Today’s doodle is inspired by a Basquiat quote. Basquiat’s one of the most prolific artists of the 20th century… that’s a lot of anger. Sometimes being able to paint/draw is a blessing for the artist, what would he have done with all that anger if he became an accountant? It would have done what it wanted with him instead! Maybe if more people try to draw through stuff the world could be a friendlier (if not only a prettier) place.