jadielyn

We all have our layers, our protective barriers.  For some, it's cynicism or paranoia. Others deflect with jokes or smiles. Whatever your manner of coping, it's often a gradually developed persona chosen to fit the company or the conversation. And then sometimes, for whatever reason be it word choice, timing or mood, somebody says a thing that pierces straight through your shields as if they weren't even there. In an instant it all crumbles away and you're left shaken, humbled to realize that the self-image you'd constructed, knowingly or not, was inaccurate.  That maybe while your coping methods kept you sane and likable, it also warped you

Wishing you (yes, you :XD:) a cheerful holiday season and may you be productive in all your creative endeavors!  :typerhappy:   Also don't let the mope monster getcha,  Kill it! Kill it with laughter! Or high-intensity plasma discharges, as needed. :onfire: Will leave you with this haiku: It is cold outside. There's no kind of atmosphere. Out of mango juice. -jade

feels like i'm making progress with pencils.  Digital not so much.  Don't know how much is technique or tools or if i'm just not sure what end i'm really trying to get to. i mean, other than get pretty pictures out of my head where others could see them too. still, it's not the destination it's the journey, and wherever the travels take me they should at least help me "move past the suck". believe i'm sucking slightly less now. broodingly hopeful, jade