themiddleroad

Art is possibly the most therapeutic thing that I've found as of late. It gives me time to do me. I don't really have to think, but my mind and hands are actively working on the piece at hand. My art, to put it bluntly, sucks. I'm still learning and experimenting to find a style/medium/combination that fits. I might upload something soon, but I'm not sure. I don't like showing my art to people much. I'm just really shy about it and super critical of my own work. As of now, I mostly do art for me, not for others.

dA and I share a birthday! I'll be 18 tomorrow. My big brother told me that I can't check my e-mail tomorrow since he'll be sending my present there and he wants to see me open it...way to make me nervous man. I'm thinking I-MAX tickets to see Harry Potter up in Seattle at the Pacific Science Center (He took me to the Harry Pottter Exhibit up there in December--yeah, he's the coolest brother ever BE JEALOUS). BUT WHO KNOWS WITH THAT BOY. I also feel really really sick and gross. I'm spending my day cleaning my room and then I'm going to try to finish some art and get it posted. YAY.