For months now, I've been kind of lollygagging around with my art. I tried to jump in feet first to something I wasn't prepared for, and as a result, got discouraged. Rather than attempt to break through my artistic boundaries, I stalled out, and found excuse after excuse as to why I couldn't finish any artwork. "I don't have the right paper," I'd say, or "I should be doing laundry." The real reason is that I was depressed. Going through rough times on a personal level often means that the things you love, even (and especially) the things that should move you past your depression fall by the wayside.
Well, long story short, I'm sick of being a sad bastard and I'm ready to be creative again. I'll be posting here as often as possible, with no agenda.