Here I am, emerging from the depths of the internet. The year 2012 has been a void, I had a long downtime because I kept fucking up the important task of moving on with my education/career, which resulted in sitting at home and fretting over myself for a long time. But with the start of the new year, things have changed for the better. I now have my work/internship and it feels a lot better than I could have hoped for. I'm trying to keep up with things and people that are important to me, and trying to pass for a reasonable person...
Recently I spent two weeks at uni again for a series of seminars, strange to be brought back to that place. It isn't what it used to be, a lot of my old friends and purpose friends are now missing because they moved on in time, and the department seems to disintegrate slowly... But sitting in a stuffy, artificially lit room with a voice reciting pharmaceutics-related monologue to me inspired me to hold some pencils for a while again. I know art is still a part of who I am, and I'm not just supposed to consume other's work. It's shameful how very, very little I make myself nowadays. I'm always aware that I ought to work on it, but it's hard to take the time for it when I could be doing some much less challenging, unimportant time wasting instead. Need to think about that some more.
One more thing, my last feature journal has been sitting here for over a year, so I think I displayed those artworks for long enough now
But here's a new feature with some recent works of someone who evidently hasn't forgotten about me in all this time!