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Art Whore | Registered: January 31, 2007 05:01:30 PM
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Recent Journal
where am i?
6 years ago
That's a good fucking question.
Mostly in the deep fucking hole I've lived my entire life in.
I do drop by every once in a while. Sometimes monthly, sometimes seasonally. Sometimes I clean out the massive brick of art from people I follow, and get sad when I see how many deleted things I have notifications for. Like ghosts.
So I figured I should say, reassure, horrify, that while my art is far, far from anything that should be preserved or considered sacred, there's a very, very low chance I'll set fire to everything and walk away from it all. I've made too many friends through this account, had many wonderful times.
I can't say I'll ever start posting again, for one thing I haven't had access to a scanner in 5+ years and I'm still the idiot in the corner with sketchbook and a pocket full of pencils. Another is I simply reached critical self-loathing several years back and would rather stab my myself in the hand with a pencil than draw with it. But I'd like to. Slowly art things are migrating back, I've got a few pencils under my monitors and sketch book languishes on top of the table instead of buried in some godforsaken corner.
Some days are better, some days are worse.
But I'm not dead yet.
Mostly in the deep fucking hole I've lived my entire life in.
I do drop by every once in a while. Sometimes monthly, sometimes seasonally. Sometimes I clean out the massive brick of art from people I follow, and get sad when I see how many deleted things I have notifications for. Like ghosts.
So I figured I should say, reassure, horrify, that while my art is far, far from anything that should be preserved or considered sacred, there's a very, very low chance I'll set fire to everything and walk away from it all. I've made too many friends through this account, had many wonderful times.
I can't say I'll ever start posting again, for one thing I haven't had access to a scanner in 5+ years and I'm still the idiot in the corner with sketchbook and a pocket full of pencils. Another is I simply reached critical self-loathing several years back and would rather stab my myself in the hand with a pencil than draw with it. But I'd like to. Slowly art things are migrating back, I've got a few pencils under my monitors and sketch book languishes on top of the table instead of buried in some godforsaken corner.
Some days are better, some days are worse.
But I'm not dead yet.
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