Yup I am still here. Been having a rough go of it between the baby, my health and the onset of Holiday art orders. Not that I am complaining. Okay maybe I would like to have a word with someone about the multitude of faulty parts I was born with. (First person to make a brain joke gets clobbered.)
In the midst of all that I seem to be a glutton for punishment because I have grown tired of the status quo and want, nay NEED to break out of the box. My fantasy art has completely taken over at this point, and its still not enough. I feel as though I am racing against time, and most assuredly losing. I want to have enough time to make enough stuff. I need to get it all out and am finding that the artwork may not be born out of my head or even my heart. It may be bled from the wrist as the brush touches the canvas. Or maybe I just need a cookie.
The hour is short and there is much to do, how much time I have left I wish I knew.
Born at an early age,