It's been a while since I uploaded artwork to deviant - shit, I don't even remember the last time I logged on. Was it a year ago? Two years? Oh well. During that long (fuck, gin0rmous) hiatus, I've actually had the energy to look at my past artwork - and boy I was surprised. I never fully grasped how much my style changed during this past year or so.

Looking back at my past account was like opening a time capsule you completely forgot you buried in the first place (not that I would. who really has time for that shit?). Was I pleased with what I saw? Not really. What I pleased with what became from what I've seen? Fuck yea.

My art teacher (whom I shall [hopefully] visit while in college) was right - your artwork could be considered as another form of a journal. Well, whoopee for me - less writing. Seriously, though, I think I'll take care of my artwork more than I used to - and actually get a portfolio (under my bed doesn't count).

Before it turns out to be one of long speeches you hear in graduation, I should really cut it short. Ughz, am I only writing this because my sleep-deprived ass couldn't find anything better to do at 8am in the morning? Perhaps. I would consider sleeping, but hallucinations are always fun.