If I didn't feel like art has a soul, I would do away with much of mine; but too much feeling went into some of these sketches. So many feelings that I can't feel anymore. But my art is still art, and is still mine. An irrefutable part of my past, whether I like it or not. I can't throw that away, no matter how much it hurts to look at. Just like the year and a half that is in my past. I won't throw those memories away, they are too great a part of my past. Things that I can never forget.
Now, I have to move forward. To new art, to new styles and new mediums. I have to learn from everything that I've been given. So here we go. Here's to the