0 Crochet, hooray!

Last night, I had to pack up all my art supplies to make room for my parents' new sofa. It didn't bother me at the time, but earlier this morning, a mild sense of dread set in.
All my art supplies are boxed up.
All of them.
In boxes.

Aargh.

This has, however, highlighted an important problem I've had for a while; my desire to carry on my academic studies has completely paralysed my ability to actually make anything useful. My attention has gone fully into crochet, with me crafting everything from jellyfish to bleeding, severed zombie fingers. Little of this is useful for my portfolio, but I've always just thought, 'well, my art table is right there, when I have the time'.

My drive just isn't there; I keep worrying and fretting about how very wrong it all could go, and all the ways I could be rejected. This is natural of course, but artistic block still just creeps up on you.

So, I have a plan - to use crochet for a better purpose, like a poorer and less ambitious Batman. I must learn to design my own pattern, and make something truly portfolio worthy.