I've been feeling strange lately. I made this in about an hour. I have been trying to make a piece for several days but could never bring myself to finish it. I started going to uni and have been pretty busy with schoolwork. I have lost almost all motivation and inspiration to make art. I usually try to make things that I think people will like (squishy women) and while I do like drawing those things, I think they are wholly uninspired. In the time that I haven't been posting, I've been drawing and drawing and hating all of it. So I gave up. I drew how I feel. Alone.

Maybe I'm being dramatic but I feel alone, tired, and incapable of doing the things I want/ need to do. When I feel like this I imagine myself as a stone. indistinguishable from a dead man. I thought more about this and that comparison is not quite right. I am more a plant. I am alive yet do nothing but live. There are a lot of factors that cause me to enter this state of mind. Usually, I am able to fight them off but it feels like they are all attacking me at once and all I can do is flop on my bed and what SMO speed runs lol.

Let this be my first step out. I am happy I was able to complete this. Although it is simple, It expresses how I feel and I enjoy how it looks. I played more with the light and color and I think I landed on something satisfactory to me. And most importantly I liked making it. Isn't that what art is all about? We create for the sake of it, doing it for another reason makes it a job; or worse, causes pain.

All of this text is for me really. I write so when I'm old as bones I can see where my mind was at that moment or for any soul whom this post may find when my dust has met the breeze ( to you, reader I say hello ). I hope you all, have a wonderful day, meeting the world with happiness and excitement. Doom does not wait so please, do whatever pleases you; so long as your indulgence doesn't bring suffering to another soul.