The other day I found myself in what I could only describe as the "perfectly inspired mental state," feeling like my whole brain was buzzing with energy and all sorts of ephemeral feelings that I could barely grasp.

All I was missing was one coherent concept - that's where the struggle began - but the real kicker came while looking for references. I was just trying to experiment with what little slivers of inspiration I could pin down for long enough to use, like some weird money booth made for ideas.

I found out something rather unfortunate about the subject I'd picked to work on, and that was that. I was upset and thrown completely off, but luckily, still not quite enough to stop me from making this bit of vent art.