This is a piece I started well over a week ago, and am working on ONLY when I feel I can finish it. I haven't been feeling well AT ALL for the past few weeks. Initially this piece started as an outlet, to display how scarred I still am from the times I was called a thief and a copycat. I still am, but that's not all this piece symbolizes.
You know from my own personal point of view I am terrified to upload new pieces...I'm so scared that they wont' be good enough, that people will just call me a thief and a copycat again, and that I will return once again to exhile. Internet drama has stuffed it's poisoned arrow into my heart and slowly i'm becoming that which I never wanted to be. One of those paranoid artists, who now lives in fear. I never claimed that I was an artist that was any good. I'm a simple cartoonist with simple images...I dont' render well, perhaps the only thing I can do is ink...and sketch...but well it's how I feel.
Art is freedom...and for me it doesn't feel the same anymore.