I looked back on the last few years of deviant journal entries, and it's really shocking how much I've changed. What, exactly, changed, I ask myself. The major difference is how I choose to express my feelings, and how I seem to have been much happier back then, but maybe this is because I didn't know as much about myself or the world around me then, and, given the choice between ignorance with bliss and knowledge and sorrow, I will choose the latter as many times as I can handle. What's the point of life if we shelter ourselves from reality? We should just dream all day, if that's the only thing we accept into our arms.

As some of you may have noticed, my art has become as digital as the cast of the first season of Digimon: Digital Monsters. I only specify season because that was my favorite and the rest were decidedly downhill. I love my tablet, and layers in photoshop, and, heck, photoshop in general, allow for so much creativity with so little risk of ruining the process. Say you're drawing somethin on paper with graphite, and then you go to ink and color it. You ink it perfectly, and then the coloring begins. You're doing well and then BLAWCH!!!-- all over your paper. Black paint. and then your paper bursts into flames, and ninjas cut off your hands. Now imagine if you had command-z? and command-x. You could "cut" the ninjas to death, and then "undo" the ink on your paper. Wow! Sounds like magic to me. Sounds like magic... and photoshop.

Nevertheless. I'm taking and will be taking for a while Traditional Art Art Classes in college, so I won't stop with pencils and stuff, but because I can't paint and because colored pencils don't do it for me, and pens are moody, the only way I can effectively do colorful art is either collage (which I've done recently but can't post because I'm in transit) or digital.

So expect more art. If you have something you want to see drawn, let me know, and I'll apply my developing style to it. Did you see the Iron Giant picture?! That was suggested by Meta, i.e. my friend kevin. I was all like "yo dawg, wut shuld eye drah?" and he was all like "that big metal dood", except not, because we're both literate and we don't misspell things on purpose. He suggested the Iron Giant, so I did two pictures, and there they are. Surprise. Took me a couple hours, and his wishes were granted. THAT could happen to EWE! Er, I mean, YOU! Let me know

In the meantime, I'll try to post more often into this journal, and though I keep saying that I will every few months or so, and then don't, this time I will, and then I probably won't. So yeah. Cheers to repetition.

-L

ps.
All of Frank Sinatra's music is almost mine. Squeal. I'm definitely excited.