Okay, so it took me about 10 months before I could even attempt to draw again since my brothers death, neither being emotionally able to open up myself to creativity of any sort, having spent the other 11 months just trying to straighten my life up. For me when it rains it pours.

Needless to say, were as most art previously would take me no more than 3 days, this piece took almost 3 weeks before it was finished. The artistic zone fades fast when one is depressed a lot or stressed.

Fortunately I didn't delete the image. Because what emerged from the darkness was to me beautiful.

You see this piece I didn't plan any of it. All I could do was throw black on the white and bend/blur it around. In all honesty I still look at the piece and can't believe I did it. Over and over I blurred and then I began to see an image, at first it was human, a foot but then the foot changed to a leg and the leg to a body, and then it had a tail, and a head, it was like watching something being born. All I did was pull clean it up then, add some details, and use a few brushes and the image you see is what appeared.

I guess it's kinna like being artistically born again. I still feel as if it's not mine even though I have the photoshop, of 50+ layers to show me it is. Who knows maybe it means something that It took a year to create something like that. Needless to say the image was completed on the 3rd of September. 19 days before the years anniversary of my brothers death. He would have loved that picture.