By my post history, apparently I make biannual journal entries. I guess I'll post more.
But, bleh.
My muse isn't being a jerk anymore. He's just not around so much. And I don't really know what to do with myself artistically. The photography thing was just me being a teenager with a nikon. Painting isn't really my bag. I guess I wanna sculpt.
But I really just wanna be able to take a hammer and chisel, go out into the forest, find a large boulder, and make a gargoyle.