small little concentric circles

avoidance

and you.

i'm in limbo i think

something worse

or better will come.

i miss something i've never had.

In progress

1 ink and pencil illustration
1 pen/ink 9/10 done
1pen 9/10 done
1 painting 3/4 done
1 sketch that will be a painting
1 letter for the seabear

I'm becoming more organized, but I should just FINSH

Things appear achievable, yet tangent, always tangent. I'm overripe when I think of the words; a proud ballet mother. And the latest, I am so full of the inks and the overrall effect. Spring cleaned my art here and stored a few stragglers.

There's a boy and there's words and there're always letters.

Ok. It's ok.

Oh muffin babies!! In the office, no less!!!!

Ok, I'm calming my maternal rampage. Just as an update -not sure how many care ---

I am currently entering exam time but-

Betty, your poster is nearly done, sorry for the delay.

Kira, portrait is coming along.. base oil colours down... look AWFUL but I'm planning on layering. (Greens and blues on the grey, possibly purple over the red, maybe lilac? It's all a bit of an experiment.)

Also on go is entry for Amber's bees and polar bears contest. Looks ok.

Planning a simplistic animal study on black paper. Sabertoooth tiger maybe, they're fascinating. Chasing tiny squirrels? I want to do something linear.

Gosh, I need art classes. I need to learn. To improve would be a lovely thing.

Go look at *miorats now. Pretty much my favourite artist.

It is a sad thing in my opinion, that I have no one to explain my poems to anymore.This information is is at most a little sad for others, for I am only one person. Yet I think it very important.

I think we all believe in our own inert importance, and that it is somehow larger than anyone elses. This I think is strange, although inevitable, for how can anyone truely understand another's existence? We try, try, try to meld our beings as if they could mish-mash and one would say, "That's it! You! I understand!".

I apoligise if this makes little sense. It is after all just my mind. You could not possibly completely understand me in this moment. Which is both strange and very sad.