I would disagree but the moment I read this I came up with an elaborate threat against your life involving a water bottle and two honey badger so I guess it is true.
It isstarting to get cold again. And the darkness is coming a little earlier every night. However, the moon manages to remain beautiful everytime I see it, even though the nights are kinda lonely when it's not there. But there really isn't too much I can do about that.
I still haven't gotten my traditional art back. But I guess I'm starting to get used to it. My canvas is now a plasma screen and my brushes have been replaced with a Wacom pen tablet. Fair exchange is no robbery, I guess. Still...
I miss it...
This is the latest piece I completed.
Though this piece was deeply personal to me, and though I put my heart and soul into it, I am feeling as if my feelings didn't shine through. I think that this one was only personal to me and that it doesn't speak to the heart I was reaching for. But I guess that can't be helped. Especially since I can never be with those I paint.
Sometimes I feel like the wolf howling at the moon--it will never know if the moon heard its voice, or whether its love song was lost in the vacuum.