Thanks for the sense of belonging
And thanks for the colors and lights
The world outside us is coming apart
To Circus Contraption I've given my heart
We're safe in our wagons and tents, my friends
We're safe in our wagons and tents
Between 2015 and 2017, I lost my mom, my job, my status, my sense of safety, my drive, and, quite nearly, my mind. I fell into a deep depressive state, and it wasn't until I started really drawing in early 2018 that I started learning how to exist again. Between the art and a med change that zapped my C-PTSD nightmares, I managed to clamber up onto the first steps of recovery and begin the upward slog.
So. Uh. Yeah. I've basically just started drawing again after a twelve-year dry period due to some anxiety shit. As such, my art sucks. Please don't tell me it sucks, I KNOW it sucks. Tell me how to make it suck less. Please, be absolutely brutal, just do it in a way that I can learn.
Further bulletins as events warrant.