You may not have noticed, but I've been inactive for a while...

LOL, anyway, sarcasm aside.

Life tends to pounce on the artist. Once you've left the sheltered seclusion of the home you've lived in for years, the meals you receive for granted every night, as well as the time to see personal projects realized from start to finish, individuals like myself die out at at an exponential rate. Life (to me) demands a forfeiture of the want so we can keep a roof above our heads, keep food on the table, and most importantly time, honesty and love for those whom we hold dearest.

This is not an excuse for neglect. Artists can prevail in these conditions nonetheless.

I confess that I haven't been as attentive to my art, TO MYSELF, as I could have been. I am not courageous nor brave. I do not write this for sympathy nor for redemption.



I write this to let you know I simply exist.


Through all the trials I've endured, everything I have and have yet to overcome, the hope that I can continue to follow the path my soul has seen me me through till now exists. That although I have no art, I still recognize myself as an artist. I come back here, browsing from the shadows, amazed at how far other artists, and DA itself, has come.

It's been 1185 days since my last journal update, or 3 years, 2 months & 28 days. A lot has changed (Badges, some great webpage scripting, I no longer force you guys to read every word in capitals as my own signature annoyance) for sure, all for the best.

But I am here, and I am trying. And when that fails, I am still wishing.