It has been nearly a year since I have scanned the pages of Deviant Art. The abandonment of my art and inspiration began around the time when my life no longer followed what I had planned for it. Instead it veered off in the opposite direction, leaving me with whip lash and a sense of disorientation. But that feels so long ago, and I find myself in a different place now. I am healed and it seems as though I no longer see in black and white, I am being to see the beauty again, and I now realize that a year ago this concept of just 'going with the flow' would have terrified me, now I know that I never actually had control, I feigned it and for that it left my with some nasty scars and a lesson well learned.
I hope to remain in this state. I am happy, and I am demiurgic.