I'm having a rough time getting use to 40.
I just want to focus on work and my immediate family. I have to be strong and dependable.
I'll be happy when I finish some new art because I don't have much to talk about.
Everyone I know wants to talk about my health lately so I should be happy some people care about me enough to say something but… damn, what about my mental health?
If someone tells me I need to go to the Dr. one more time this week I'm going to...
do nothing and smile while silently screaming and banging my head on the table.
I had the opportunity to show my art tonight!
I need to get out of the house more often. I just wish my shop was open.
Mansa the Rex doesn’t want the world or a million friends, he just wants ride or dies and inner peace.
He can only do so much with those little arms so he might need help from time to time.
I hope my son gets to read all of this one day.
Even if this goes nowhere, it'll be worth it for him. I wanted to read my mother’s journal after she passed away but I was never allowed to. I want him to always remember how much I love him.
I'm really happy with the textures on my latest.
I just wish I could do it all on the Ipad to save on time.
I've been watching the Last Kingdom and watching true crime for awhile now.
If I took a drink everything time someone said “Uhthred" I’d pass out.
Art is the only thing that can put my mind at ease, but only when I’m working on something.
It’s a coping mechanism, I guess.
Youtube and Pinterest are not considered social media platforms.
So maybe, I caaaan escape.
The more difficult it is to gain visibility on social media, the easier it is to let it go.
I’m trying. It's like breaking an addiction.
I wonder when I have more art online, if it will be this difficult to catch eye balls.
Everything is so different now, I feel out of place online.
ADHD is cleaning your son's closet and finding a lost load of clean laundry from a few months ago.
I don’t even know sometimes.