flying colors

my past
is no longer
my prison
shackles
holding me
in place
my past
is a test
i have passed
with flying colors
y’all
i am
flying
colors.

this kind of goes a long with my post a new day. it is my new way of looking at things. i need to keep reminding myself.

in addition to continuously working on relationships & my bamboo pen skills, i am also continuing to work on my figure drawing skills. i have a few figure drawing books, and when i’m not looking at cocks & boobs, i am really trying to get better at figure drawing. i know i have problems with it. i would list them for you, but i am practicing not drawing attention to my shortcomings. mum’s the word.

so!
figure drawing & remembering that my past–though it has sucked ass–it has made me the awesome fucking person i am today who is able to draw herself falling–no, flying.

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finding medusa

i’ve spent a lot of today working on my collection of short stories that i hope to publish.
so far i am calling it walk with me.

then i took a break to doodle medusa. (doodling medusa…that would be a good title for something!)
which brings me to the proclamation of how much i fucking love writing. creating. making entire universes and breathing characters alive.
and there are stories everywhere.
just waiting to be plucked & polished.

i feel like i am blooming.
as an artist…as a writer…as a person.
it’s very exciting.

and a nice change from moping.

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