This place has too many memories--most of which, by now, are painful. They say that time heals all wounds, but that's not exactly true. It just changes them a little.

I haven't really done much art over the past year. School and my two jobs together have kept me very busy, along with other things, such as grief combined with a lack of scanner access. (Art was always meant to be shared....) I've caught up on the 10k deviations I've had waiting for me in my message box. Added a few jewels to favorites. Now I have an itch to pick up the pencil again. I want to at least update with -something- this break, but we'll see what happens. I make no promises this time.

I don't think I'll update Maze of Mirrors ever again. Though the unfinished story has haunted me every now and again, I can't restart it without reopening old wounds, as they say.

This isn't goodbye. Think of it more like a giving up. I'll update occasionally, but it's no longer an overabundant source of joy for me. It hasn't been for a long, long time. Bittersweet? yes.

Bittersweet.





Merry Christmas, everyone, and Happy New Year. Vienna Teng said it best, I think, when she wrote her lyrics -

it's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
of feeling the full weight of our burdens
it's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
and knowing we are not alone in fear
not alone in the dark