Explaining the perplexing standstill my life and work have seemingly come to, I described in great detail the workings and potential of the student-run animation workshop. My friend grasped it in unfolding steps as I laid it out to him and said “wow, the kids must love it.”
“They do,” I said.
“Well, then you need to take your strength and inspiration from them now, until you figure out the next move,” he said.
“True, but I haven’t had a workshop with kids since May,” I said.
“Oh…” he said, the syllable expressing perfectly the enormity of what I’m up against at the moment.