“And then she spoke, and reality became clear, as all my world came from her lips.”
~ my friend Zack
My mother had the idea of painting Christmas scenes, scanning the image, and transferring them onto shirts for Christmas this year. This will be my shirt. I’m starting to learn to leave my paintings alone when I get them to a passable state, as continuing often leads to me liking it less.
Its been a long time since I have done any art. I made a few cards for Christmas, and I did this piece today with some new markers I got.
My motivation has been shot. I'm both driven and aimless in that my energy levels are generally higher than they have been in a while, but I have no drive, no motivation to use that energy. It's a special kind of frustration that comes along with recovering I suppose, an adjustmet period.
People are starting to get a little earlier
The finished product
First time I've drawn in a while. Used some gel pens I got for Christmas and had not used yet.
I've been keeping busy. The holidays were fast and not long enough, I recovered my breathing just in time for mom to be forced back into treatment and so I have taken on all of the chores, I am mom again to my sister, and I am dog sitter/trainer. Just before being forced back into an intense treatment program, she got a puppy with the intention to train her as a service dog, so I am in charge of her exposure, potty, and basic commands training.
My boyfriend convinced me to start sharing my art, so here it is! I’m a neurodivergent artist and writer who goes by either Ray or Drachen | 22 | self taught |
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