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I was thinking of drawing more still life, rather than cartoons.

Thanks! I'm better now, but I apparently have a really low white blood cell count so I can get sick from just about anything. Which puts a damper on my summer.

Thanks! I'm better now, but I apparently have a really low white blood cell count so I can get sick from just about anything. Which puts a damper on my summer.

Paraganglima is what I have in my neck. Have to get them surgically removed soon. Sounds like so much fun!!! (not)

Paraganglima is what I have in my neck. Have to get them surgically removed soon. Sounds like so much fun!!! (not)

I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW A NONET WORKS!!!!!
(mainly because this is the first time I paid attention...)
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I'm also thinking I'll turn it into something longer. Like a saga or something like that.

Oh my gosh...I hope you get better soon! And I really hope the surgery goes well!

I'm also thinking I'll turn it into something longer. Like a saga or something like that.

I hope you get better soon!

Well, I hope everything goes well, wil.

Pictures coming up when I feel like uploading them. Probably later today. I've been really busy lately so I've barely had time to write at all.

I was thinking of drawing more still life, rather than cartoons

Here's another drawing. I know I was going to do still life, but I didn't have time to find something I wanted to draw and spend time studying and drawing it. Cartoons are much quicker, I find.

What a coincidence. The theme for the poetry contest is an Epic. I hope I'll get at least something in.

Here's a bad tulip. I drew something else, but I haven't had time to scan it yet.

Something I wrote for school.


The appleâs smooth, little indents on the surface
And small imperfections speckling like a starry sky,
The red and green forming clouds and constellations.

Ringlets of light reflect the ceilingâs fluorescence,
Circling where the stem once lay,
The small remnant of where it was grown.

The apple sits comfortably in my palm,
So close that I can smell the blossoms
And Iâm brought back to my picture-book days,
When I read about apple seeds and buds,
Of trees that slept dormant in a blanket of snow.
And I watched the pink flowers turn into fruit,
Drop from the tree by fragile stems,
A feast for raccoons and children alike.

My memory is filled with the sweetness of apples,
And yet when I take a bite
Itâs sour all the way down to the core.
I wonder if I remembered wrong
Or if maybe
Things just arenât as sweet as they used to be.

Loving the traffic.

Will you put on your finest armor?
Your gleaming breastplate and red shield-
Will you unsheathe your sharpest weapon
And again fight death until it yields?

When you were young you fought the demons
Those shadows that blocked your flaming path,
Cleaved through the masses with your sword
And stained your red road with seas of wrath.

How very young and brave you were!
Fighting Hades where death resides,
And travelling to the ends of the earth,
And peering over to face the starry skies.

Saving princess maidens in distress,
Locked by kings upon tall dark towers
Taking them by their dainty hands and arms,
And accepting all the wreaths of flowers.

But now you're shackled by Father Time,
His lock and chain upon your wrist.
Your old battle scars ache with age,
And your stories are nothing more than myths.

And was the fame and glory worth it all?
You watched your friends and companions fall,
Felled from Life by Death's unflinching hand.
You covered their faces with a ragged shawl.

Now you watch the young set off,
Dreaming of all the gold and fame.
You see them off with words of wisdom,
Warning them of the wars and pain.

And then you'll rest your heavy head,
You'll let your bloody banner fall,
And you'll walk along the path of life
The greatest hero of them all.

I really enjoyed this, it's a great take on the end of a hero's life rather than the traditional tale of the glory days. I did find "Fighting Hades where Death resides." to be somewhat repetitive, but perhaps that's just me.