Today I went out to try and put my mind off things. I walked along a canal and sat down on a bench, picked up this drawing I started yesterday, and decided I would add a dragon from a graphic book.
At some point, a man, looking over my shoulder, asked me if I was an artist, and I wanted to say:
“Oh no, I’m only doing this to feel better about myself cause things have been pretty fucking rough lately.”
Instead I just said “Oh no, I’m just doing it to pass the time.” To which he replied that it’s amazing and that I should never give up drawing.
So yeah, here’s to a couple hours of drawing outdoors.
Fuck you very much.
I am so fucking sick of eaves-dropping on pairs of girls in the metro or at McDonalds having girl talk about how all men are insensitive jerks driven by their dicks.
LOST IN THE WOODS
The undergrowth is dense, progression is hard and the light is changing.
Alone in the Dark Series #2
Sometimes I get stuck in a line of thinking, a bad one, the kind that hurts, and I keep thinking, on and on and on, until I just can’t anymore and at that point I punch the wall as hard as I can, and the pain in my knuckles and sometimes the blood actually takes my mind off of the thinking and I’m not stuck anymore and can go on again.
POINT OF ENTRY
What’s ahead is scary.
Alone in the Dark Series #1
Currently working on this book of photos from New Zealand. More than 50 pages and still counting.
Yeah so aside from my psychological despair and depression, I started working on a book with my shots of New Zealand, which I’ve been thinking I should do for about a year.
It’s going to be like a travelogue, with both text and pictures since I wrote down everything I did there because I was in the midst of my 365.
Probably a final 50+ pages, 21x13 cm book which I hope to sell through HP Magcloud.
The currency of forgiveness will never be words. Words are too easily counterfeited. Pain is the cost of forgiveness. To take harm from someone and withhold retaliation is almost as if you’ve taken harm twice. When remorse is not present it as if you’ve taken it thrice. I cannot begin to imagine what it cost God to forgive me. Because He has forgiven me I will forgive.