Why Am I Like This?
Well guess who’s back at this shit.
Now guess why. Go ahead it’s obvious.
… No. Not pathetic attention seeking.
Well, not totally. It’s more about the creative outlet. I’m starved for a creative outlet.
I work my job. Which is mundane and routine as would be any job after seven years. This past year, the covids year, has been a particularly strange one. Got to see a lot of front line antics. Also got to see a lot of fragility in people and the system. And it’s not hard to translate that fragility from environment to self.
I’m still in school. This will be the last semester of prerequisites. While I resent the fuck out of work and school rigitidy, I do appreciate the secondary skills they hone. Memory, focus, and teamwork foremost among them. In any case, school is almost done. And from there, at least monitarily, more security.
So, as I aspire to more balance in life, it’s time to feed the creative aspect of things. Write, cook, garden, draw, whatever, just something to nourish a soul.
More drawings soon. Or whatever, lets start modest and see what happens. Probably portraits to get skills back up to snuff. To whoever reads this or comes back for more, Hi mom! Maybe Rachael!