So as I am sure some of you have noticed, I have been absent, slow to post and rather distant. So I posted something simple here for you that is somewhat symbolic. As I have told some of you before, I deal with depression from time to time, but you may not know one of the sources. Growing up I had lots of little problems here and there. Even as a kid, I was no stranger to bandages. In a way I guess that part never changed. It sort of grew on me, being bandaged up (real bandages) has a comforting sort of feeling, protective even. Well I have always had some sort of medical problem. But the biggest one when I was diagnosed with a pretty serious disease when I was still young. Doctor said I was the first case he had ever seen that young. "a freak case." Well with time it took its toll and I managed to go on. Even with the slight disability, I tried to spin it that it was a good thing or something that made me special. Even tried to convince myself the old "Body compensates for one loss" old adage. Well, the disease has decided to come back. And its the kind of thing you cant ignore. I suspect this will be the last Christmas I have before it kicks in full time. The scary and soul crushing part is, every day I can tell it gets a little worse, slowly. Knowing nothing can be changed and the inevitable fate. Like watching your arm withering away. Its not life threatening, but your life will never be the same.

Anyway, there is more art on the way, Its just taking some time. Drawing from one of my inspirational models for this.