A few weeks ago, while having a small emotional breakdown caused by physical attractions, internal conflicts, moarning over lost family, and much more, I ripped all my drawings up. I wanted somebody to talk to, but even my best friends, who I hold so deep in my heart, were nowhere to be found. It's fine, though. Everything...is on it's way.

I didn't want to draw anymore because that's all people looked for in me. I decided that I WILL keep drawing but what it was the people looked for in my drawings will no longer be evident. I'm drawing differently and putting a lot more into my work. I'll upload some of my new work here shortly, but at the moment i'm trying to develop my new style and make it stick.

Thanks for being patient.