It's hard to say what makes an artist's passion come and go. Certainly, we are all moved in ways we do not always comprehend. For me, I honestly was beginning to believe my artistic days were over. I'd not done more than the occasional doodle in years, I'm beginning a career in veterinary medicine... it just didn't seem to be in the cards anymore.

I am not any sort of celebrity and have never claimed to be. I was Guest of Honor at a couple of the early years of OklaCon more because I had good friends there and was a native of the state than because I had any notoriety. To be honest, I never felt my talent was worthy. I went to a high school where my art program was run by a football coach. I have no real formal training whatsoever and never went to art college, though part of me truly wishes I had sometimes.

But recently, though it didn't turn out to be what I had thought it was going to be, a misunderstanding turned into an artistic wake up call and I truly started drawing again. Many of my art supplies and the pieces I'd been working on in the past have been lost or destroyed due to all of the relocating I've had to do since my divorce, but I have just enough that I desire a new start.

If not for anyone else or anything else... I want it for me.

That is all.

Sincerely,

Lightfoot Kyohti