It is 2021. I am 30. It has been most of a decade since I last was an active participant of this website. My passion for art has never gone away. But my small skill has faded in that time.
My mind is my biggest foe. It warns me of Dread, the thing that watches over my shoulder in judgement.
I am beginning to accept it for its flaws. But it is always a struggle.
...Why do I write this?