We fight day in and day out for these things called "rights" because people are ALWAYS doing us wrong. We want rights to wages, to fairness, to equality, to affordable housing, to fill our bodies with toxic substances and chemicals because they ARE /our/ bodies. But isn't that just "entitlement?" Our animal and mammalian counterparts have 3 basic rights: to live. to survive. to die. We are almost spoiled by our right to survival - food handed to us that we no longer have to hunt or forage for, only work for, but we cry out "this 9 to 5 is TOO HARD." LIFE is too hard. We have a right to the pursuit of HAPPINESS.... But what happens when we can't find it, or it's continuously being taken, and we're still pursuing? A 60 to 80 to 100 year pursuit that We may /never/ find. We're told in these "ME TOO" days that we have a right to our bodies and ourselves and what we do with our lives and who we see or who we talk to or who we love or how we live... But what if you never wanted
I can't sleep. I'm awake all night. I toss and turn restlessly.
I sleep all day. I can't get out of bed. I'm stiff, numb. It hurts to move at all.
Then I get to sleep. It's a reasonable hour.
Finally.
. . . And wake at 4:30 AM. It's happening nightly.
I can't lull myself back into the peaceful and dark world behind my eyelids.
Irony? Torture? Hell.
My mind is relentless: Overthinking. Churning and hyperfocused on every single detail. Of the day. Of conversations past. "Was there hidden context? Was it truthful?" "Are they mad? Do they hate me?" "Am I good enough? Why am I not good enough?"
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We fight day in and day out for these things called "rights" because people are ALWAYS doing us wrong. We want rights to wages, to fairness, to equality, to affordable housing, to fill our bodies with toxic substances and chemicals because they ARE /our/ bodies. But isn't that just "entitlement?" Our animal and mammalian counterparts have 3 basic rights: to live. to survive. to die. We are almost spoiled by our right to survival - food handed to us that we no longer have to hunt or forage for, only work for, but we cry out "this 9 to 5 is TOO HARD." LIFE is too hard. We have a right to the pursuit of HAPPINESS.... But what happens when we can't find it, or it's continuously being taken, and we're still pursuing? A 60 to 80 to 100 year pursuit that We may /never/ find. We're told in these "ME TOO" days that we have a right to our bodies and ourselves and what we do with our lives and who we see or who we talk to or who we love or how we live... But what if you never wanted
Currently I am Unemployed and Not having an easy time, so I am now
OPEN TO COMMISSIONS! :D
I do not charge outrageous prices for my work.. I'm not the best artist and know it.. BUT I will draw WHATEVER you want..
EVERYTHING is under $20 and all will be autographed originals..
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Prices are as follows:
5"x7"
- B&W/Line Art - $2
- COLOR (by hand) - $5
- COLOR (photo shopped) - $10
(Comes with Original Hand Drawn Line Art)
8"x10"
- B&W/Line Art - $5
- COLOR (by hand) - $10
- COLOR (photo shopped) - $15
(Comes with Original Hand Drawn Line Art)
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I am available to draw LOGOS and TATT
Hi dA!
Haven't updated in forever so I decided it was time.. I've been trying out a TON of new art styles and coloring methods and have yet to upload my newest work.
It's been a crappy couple of months..
I've been REALLY busy searching for work and scraping around for cash as I am currently unemployed due to the economy AND so is my hubby. :P I've been building websites freelance. It's fun - hoping it could bring in a little spare cash for food and bills. This recession stuff sucks.
Speaking of those god awful things (bills)... I'm currently poorer than I should be because I almost got sued by a company and had to emergency-settle. YAY fo