...for no reason. I haven't posted anything in forever, and i really regret losing my artistic interest. on the 31st, i turned 14, and here's the funny thing i noticed... i actually
feel 14. unlike last year when i turned 13 i still felt 12... i think the difference is that i fulfilled my 13th year, by traveling across America, having more in-depth relationships with everyone, and so many other reasons. i didn't do much at 12 years old, my mind wasn't ready to let me move on.
so yes. i have been gone. i hovered around
's profile for everything, and realized just today... after playing Mario Kart for hours straight, watching TV and abusing my poor computer, i really need to get back into what i used to do. but here's the twist: My art has to finally grow up with me. it's a funny thing, that animal muse- it conquers your life for one full year and then just disappears from sight, sound and mind. i wouldn't say Wolf is gone. Wolf is in dormant. mother tells me she'll awake again when it's time to protect something sacred, like a child.
I've grown alot... i'm growing into the skin of my dark fashion, and it's hard to escape out of that. my mind wants to incorporate it into everything i do, just how it was when i had Wolf. so just so i can get the inspiration and feeling to envelope me again, things must be dark, emotional, conceptual and surreal. it simply has to be that way for me to really feel it, the wolf child is sleeping, i am a 'Stitchworker'. i'll leave it at that for you to decide what it means.