A strange combination of me getting fired, seeking work, and death in the family halted my progress for so long. I didn't expect so much to happen in one month, especially this month. My close friend lost a loved one as well on Election day, and since then it's been a trickle down effect of bad things.
Many of my other associates and friends are suffering from similar issues. We call it the "Curse of Hurricane Sandy" since I swear everything went south after that hurricane struck the east coast. I'm still searching for work and still reeling from the death of my grandmother, but none of this will stop me from drawing.
It's the only peace I can give to myself at this point. Drawing truly relaxes my nerves in times of awful stress. I wonder if this is the same for others.
A bit of fragrance clings to the hand that gives flowers...