So I am writing...

I bought a tablet a few days ago, the Bamboo Fun. And along with the awesomeness that is a new art tool I was bombarded by memories I thought my fractured little mind had forgotten. You see my memory is quite bad at times, but for some reason as I was sitting with my new tablet and setting it up I was bombarded by memories of oddly enough my mother. I know rationally loves me to death being as I am her only child. But She has never been supportive of me at least not vocally.

I have always had a thing for sketching out, odd dragons and various anthro style heads. But my mother always had the same response for me when I showed her my latest project that I had worked on carefully for days getting shading and line work just right... "Why can't you just draw something normal....?" That was her response or a variation there of most of my life. That resulted in my flat out giving up on my sketches and drawing or sadly, I shredded a fair portion of them.

So that led me to give up my drawing for a very long time, focusing on trying to find a level of normalcy that my mother would approve of, same with everyone else I knew in my life that thought my art was a little weird or unnerving. So I gave up mostly on myself in regards to expressing my inner thoughts... I put my imagination on hold... And here I am today 25 years old surrounded by gods know how much art supplies for many different subjects. I feel damned... And I probably am...

The only shining light to this is that my mate has been for almost 5 years, sitting beside me with a metaphorical roll of duct tape trying to coax me and patch me up. He wants me to succeed.... and I don't remember how....

I've got no more... I'm out... Adieu