Everyday, I look at myself in the mirror. Every moment spare, I wander into my mind. I play make-believe where in this world of mine, everything I did wrong, everything I should have done right, anything where I could give the freedom to reach you, is undone or given.
They say logic overcomes the heart, and this is a fine example of it all. Why did I simply forget you existed at all? I guess nursing a wounded heart, maybe that I made, maybe we created, maybe you gave me was all it needed for me to lose myself in the moment that now, I wish so much was different. Can I say sorry for breaking pieces of your heart? I can only show you the fragm
I come from a long history of self-taught application with pinches of educational attachment to art and everything it encircles whether traditional to digital.
I'm currently adding to my artistic troupe by getting myself a Degree actually in Illustration and grasping my artistic capabilities with both hands and propelling it into a much more stable professional standpoint.
I'm currently taking on commissions as we speak and will release information on such here.