aromaticity

What happened? I used to thing that  drawing is my one passion in life that I can not live without, yet strangely enough, I have not touched my dear tablet in more than a year.  Something was missing yet I did not even notice. Does this mean that I grown up? In to the real world? Taking on my responsibilities instead of hypontise myself through drawings? I don't even know. Nor do I know where this train of thought will lead me. One thing I do know, though, that when I had a beautiful, untouched white paper in front of me yet I thought hard, very hard to even begin to draw a formulative figure, something has been lost. But maybe, one day,

As I am caught up in life's wonderfully hellish twist, I ceased to updated the gallery. Yet every so often when I check the messages, a obvious pattern struck my view: the piece titled "love is" which got little attention upon posting, somehow collected +fav and comments over the past 2 years on a regular basis whilst the other sit as a reminder of my creative days and collecting dust. In conclusion, people are driven and obsessed with all aspect of love.  Sweetness and the happiness love brings is wonderful, however it is the painful and turbulent time that we remember and resonant with the most. Yes, love hurt.

Nothing much to say. Taking a break. Changing to another of my forever changing style. End of transmission.....