I haven't touched my paints, pens, or colored pencils since the school year before last. Looking at what is posted from so long ago...uh, suicidal much?

ANNNYWAY. I've been pretty non-stop thrilled with life since then

Then recently some super duper important people I love/ed so much I've decided I really can't have in my life anymore. And then in my bitter angery hatefulness I started to draw again.

And now I'm feeling better. Less bitter, angry and hateful. Maybe even a little forgiving? Accepting, anyway.

But the huge revelation here, the point to my blog, is that I've relised how sad it is that I thought I could only create whilst in the throws of so called "misery."

I think happy people can be creative too. So when I'm fully restored to being a happy people, I think I'll NOT just shove all my artsy stuff back into my closet, to wait until I have another spastic burst of sorrow.