Make. Make again. Make Better.

Refocussing my Substack

I’m at the New Job crossroad. Again.

I’m about to go from job number 43 (ish) to job number 44 (ish).

Every time I’m at the New Job crossroads, my brain starts with the same old shit.

In other words, I get brained. And when I get brained, I stop making art.

Sometimes I stop before I even start. Sometimes I stop halfway through a piece. Often, I stop right a…