I'm not sure what it is with these pen and ink drawings... I'm compelled to do them, but I'm never satisfied with them. I guess that's normal... at least I certainly strive to be NORMAL. But it's also that the style I envision myself producing is not at all what comes out of my brush. There is a large painting in my husband's music room that epitomizes this phenomenon... I stare at it and ponder it whenever I'm in that room. It doesn't bother me too much... it's just weird. I'm not sure it matters, and I sometimes wonder if it would all be different if I had the time and space to do and do and do, and work through my rigid art-school need to do everything really well. I think if I could get past that need, I actually would be closer to doing things really well.
And now, a video to mix the shit up a bit: