There's not much to say, really, that hasn't been said before. Eleven years ago, today. Sheesh. Time sure flies by.
I
am still drawing, yes, but I'm still going through a phase in my life
where I have very little time for my art – at the moment, I'm lucky if
I'm able to put some time aside for it for one evening per week. The
good news is that it'll probably get better by the time April rolls in;
the bad news is, it will actually get even worse around late
summer. In fact, I will probably have to go on a
semi-hiatus after I finish my current batch of commissions (which there
are still many left). More on that when time draws closer and I'm more aware of what happens in the future.
Again, I must stress: if I need to take a break, it's not going to be a permanent one. I have no intention of ceasing art production, but considering how slow of an artist I am and how I usually need long stretches of uninterrupted art time, that's simply not going to be possible for a while probably for a year or two, unless I somehow figure out how to pull it off. However, I wish to not go into details as I don't want to treat this journal as a public diary. That's just not my thing.
