hippybro

My life tends to find cycles one cycle is the communication that comes from the abyss we call the internet, whether that be posting comments on my page, or others work being submitted, I enjoy have things come to me from it. It is almostl like an attention I crave. Maybe it gives life to my computer, I am slowly become needy of the acceptance of the abyss, and I don't mind the rejection from the abyss, but to get no response is even worst. I don't know what i am saying, I but what I am getting at is that I work for proaise and the praise lately just doesn't semm to be enough. Long day long week, long life, I am tired and typing so bare with me.

Nothing really gave him pleasure anymore he chased it, he search for it, he worked for it. His pleasure was in sadness, his pleasure was in suffering, he only felt life when it hurt. The pain of it reminded him he was alive, otherwise he felt nothing. Cold and emotionless the sensations of life made it through, only to tickle him, but it was not enough to make him want to stay.

Hi, out there, I am still here doing my thing, but now the focus is how does one get good quick color into his work. I am playing around with color pencils, I used to do this stuff in Photoshop, but now I only use photoshop for scanning and compositing. Color is cool.

Someone told me today that the way you spemd the new year sets the pace for the way your year will be. And tonight on New Years i spend it alone. Here surrounded by my art, come to think of it thisis is also the way I spent my crhristmas. Yes, in order to be a great artist one must sacrifice something and for me I am making the most crucial sacrifice, I have sacrificed normal social interaction for fear it may take time away form my art. Time must never be taken away from the art, they must not be allowed to distract me from my art. I have painted in public I have performed for them, but I don't want them to see the magic just the result. What the fuck am I talking about?