Idrils

Some post like crazy and then rebel against DeviantArt in flames. Some quit for the fad, and come back for the friends. Some post every day, some others every week. Some move to other online art communities. I don't. Like the pulse checker on someone in a coma, I let regularly my Deviant page die, to impulse some new electric shocks and adrenaline when the life line tends to grow straight. There was a time when I very involved here, when I procrastinated probably as much but at least made plans and felt driven. As for now, I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing here anymore. It's been years I haven't felt passion for DeviantArt or felt the urge

Finally this year is over. It's been a relief and a regret to see it finish in such an anticlimactic way, with such unfinished business getting in the way. Making me wish I still had this fabulous time-machine. But I don't, and it's time for closure. To accept for example that after 4 years on DA my gallery is a sad, cobwebbed place I barely update anymore. That my art life, apart from some interesting Polaroids and life drawings, is not what it used to be. That I'm drifting away from being the artist i always thought i was somewhere. That I've basically wasted away my free 3 months subscription I won earlier on. Oh well, away with the whin

I have been saying a lot recently that I didn't like autumn. Its rain, its cold, its short, frozen days, its promise for worse. Seems like autumn is trying to prove me wrong this year. Frozen blue skies, general warmness but a good bite from cold at times, crispy golden leaves scattered everywhere, long lazy yellow lights at the end of the afternoon... It's beautiful. * I'm struggling with both stressing duties and deadlines, and laziness. I'm a string of nerve. * I wish I could post more, but I'm succumbing between the two previously quoted enemies. * I'm going to see Amanda Palmer of the Dresden Dolls in concert on Thursday night a