What is it now?
It's been again a time since last i wrote. The seasons have turned and i find myself perilously close to the time of anniversaries that i had never counted on, and a year i thought i'd never reach. Of this writing i have successfully made it through the first week of being twenty-seven years of age. Being officially past my date of expiration, it seems as though it's time to live like it.
Victories have been won on the political front and on the personal. Work proceeds in ways that i had never though possible, as really marketing and my own self just seems like oil and water. But there we are.
Spring is slowly creeping forward, as are my pretensions of being a professional artist, above and beyond the call of a mere designer. The shape of the 'Clyffe is going to be changing in the months to come. Which is exciting and new and different. The cleaning this year is going to be somewhat epic, given that there will be a giant dumpster. And into it will go our broken things, and musty afterthoughts. Probably Weenis's toys, but that rather goes without saying.
People have been coming in, more often than they've been leaving, which is thrilling and wonderful. Things remain warm and close, even in the growing world.
And so it is, i leave this entry with so much unsaid and so much to look forward to.
Happy New Years everyone. May it be all that you make of it.
Victories have been won on the political front and on the personal. Work proceeds in ways that i had never though possible, as really marketing and my own self just seems like oil and water. But there we are.
Spring is slowly creeping forward, as are my pretensions of being a professional artist, above and beyond the call of a mere designer. The shape of the 'Clyffe is going to be changing in the months to come. Which is exciting and new and different. The cleaning this year is going to be somewhat epic, given that there will be a giant dumpster. And into it will go our broken things, and musty afterthoughts. Probably Weenis's toys, but that rather goes without saying.
People have been coming in, more often than they've been leaving, which is thrilling and wonderful. Things remain warm and close, even in the growing world.
And so it is, i leave this entry with so much unsaid and so much to look forward to.
Happy New Years everyone. May it be all that you make of it.