I had a dream a few nights ago that I was terminally ill and I was at a sale with all of my photographs and paintings and was so upset that I had to leave them, and that I was going to be unable to make more. today I looked through my portfolio and I really just need to make art. it makes me happy and it makes me satisfied with myself.
(this means I'm back, to submitting art and to the deviantart community. I'll probably be getting a membership and start making prints available as well. I'm really excited about this both myself and my art style have become more mature)
ps. deleting a lot of journals, deviations, collections, just so I can start fresh.