dread-princess

I was wandering to the bus stop this afternoon when I noticed a toad, face up, lying in the dirt (this is somewhat irregular as toads are normally paper thin and plastered to the road where I come from). This unfortunate creature had had it's bones picked clean, and while I stood there contemplating how there was a recognisable toad so far from the road a young man of 26 or so who was walking past stopped next to me and stared for a second. I felt his gaze drift from my face to the ground and back to my face, so I met his eyes. He seemed bewildered, which was almost endearing until he finally spoke. "Yeah," he said "it's called dirt." I wa

So, no more exams, no more assessment pieces. No uniforms or pressure for 2 months ... I am bored out of my mind! I've been trying to draw of but it feels like I've run into a massive brick wall I finally understand why it's called art block To get over it I've been timing myself drawing random things around the house, I've spent hours listening to music I don't listen to often enough I defined a basic plot of how Beauty and the Beast would have turned out if Belle became Beau while staring at my ceiling and willing my sketchbook to come to life so I'd have someone/thing to talk to and the thing that solved my problem? My sister I'

I've been going through a bit of a hard time personally of late. By 'of late' i mean the last 12 months or so, but recently it's become a little harder to hold things together, especially in front of certain people. It's not easy for me to write this, and i know if you're here you're probably looking for art but i felt this deserved a journal entry. (The art's just there too by the way