it used to be possible. I used to be able to do this. Filling an entire book with drawings on one afternoon was possible. It was exhausting, but it was really possible. After about page 20 or so, the ideas would run dry, there would not be enough things in the room to fill the pages and then... then there would be a bit of a breakthrough, a revelation, a rush... and the remaining pages would just fly by, filled with very silly and bizarre drawings and things. I somehow do not seem to be able to do this anymore. Maybe it is a fear of failure that is holding me back, maybe it is some other noose of unimportant thoughts. I am working on it. I hope to get back there soon. It is the place where drawing because more of a channeling of energy, a pure tunnel, the ultimate focus. Remember when you played with toys for hours and hours at time, and then there was absolutely nothing, nothing that could draw you away from the play? Like that. I am trying to use the same innocence of play, the same pure channeling. Working on it, working on it. The interesting part is of course that the harder I try, the more I am afraid to fail, the less I am able to get to the place I want to reach. Hmm... it takes focus and good relaxation. Just needed to write this down... here seems to be a good place.