I'm the boy in the bubble. I'm the caged bird without a voice ( Read more... )

Everyday that I don't work on any art, I feel sick. Nauseating sick. Gut wrenching sick. Or maybe that's just my meds doing their usual thing. Well, creating work can be a battle at times. A struggle while I'm on these meds. Try creating art through a drug induced haze and fatigue. More then I can handle at times. I'm dreaming of the day that I ( Read more... )