matt-adams

Do you remember the morning? When you were full of hopes and faith in yourself? The morning the battery in your electronic cigarette was fully charged and you were writing about this beautifully perfect mathematical model you constructed. Slowly inhaling dense fog, blowing cinnamon clouds at your computer screen. What even is this? All the dreams and aspirations. When everyone you ever dreamed of is there. In the cloud of cinnamon. In the sigh of healing lungs. Lungs powering that self-destructive mind. Mind that can find millions of solutions to the problems of others. Yet none to ones of its own. It might be just another depression. But

After a long long time, after major life fuckups and breakups and doorslams, I have realized that I have to focus on my own needs a bit more. And I decided to go the way of Art once again. And this time, it will hopefully be more than just random screams of creativity followed by long nothingness filled with the presence of my boring personality of a stuffed animal that sits on a shelf and is there to help people until they are okay and decide to simply fuck off. I have purchased a book Mastering Manga by Mike Crilley and I am actually starting to dive into it. Although my drawings are far from the awesomeness I have seen in numerous anime