Hey everyone.

It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I'm not really back. I don't have much in the way of new material. Instead, I'm going to be beefing up my gallery with some older stuff that I think should be up. I'm sorry for spamming your friendspage.

Also, please check out my scraps. Anything unfinished ends up there, so that's most of my favourite stuff

Take care,
H

So many changes going on in my life these past few months. I've moved. I'm now living with my best friends in a smaller, more cozy appartment further west in town. We both love it. I'm looking to change my job, I'm trying to change my academic standing and I'm trying to change the way I deal with people.

I've taken a long break from DevArt. I find it tiresome to go through all the deviations and the journals. I miss seeing everything that all of the artists I love have created, but I need to weed out a few of the distractions in my life. I still check here from time to time. As the case may be, I have no comments or msgs, so I haven't really missed much. Take care everyone. Feel free to email me if you want to get in touch. I'm sure I'll be back eventually.

I gotta put some things in the ground
even with this season coming around
It's green's last gasp
and leaves brown
and Autumn days are winding down

I gotta get it out of my head
and make good on some things I've said
in case you overheard my plans
and find me out as the talker that I am

But holidays are made for reading
and remembering the things that are worth repeating
in the clatter of the afternoon
in the sunlight that is left
we can make a list of things to forget

Maybe the drive was a little too long
Can we pull over to the shoulder so I can write this song?
The carpet they laid out is a grey shade of red
road work ahead
that's what we said

But holidays are made for reading
and remembering things that are worth repeating
in the clatter of the afternoon
in the sunlight that is left
we can make a list of things
to forget the false starts
and the loose strings
the feelings of regret that ring
on a day you haven't done much of anything
-Sarah Harmer. Things to Forget

How do you tell when you honestly miss something and want i back, rather than dealing with simple loneliness and nostaglia? I'm afraid of confusing things, of returning to the past and dwelling there. I love and miss things that have passed, I could return to them, despite all the faults I've already seen there.

Anyway, back to art. I haven't started my self-portrait series yet. I've been engulfed in the world of craftiness. I have been sewing, knitting and creating with different mediums than I'm used to. There is so much I want to do, and yet I feel like I don't have the time or the space to do them (I'm feeling lost in the new appartment, we're moving again soon. I never really got settled). There's something to losing yourself in the clicking of bamboo needles while soft lovely yarn tangles itself into a lovely piece of fabric, a whole other thing. It's magic.

I'm hibernating this winter. Hiding away from everyone. You'd think, during this time of self-imposed isolation, I'd produce some actual pieces of art...to be honest, I haven't drawn since I did my commission for David. Oh well. Enough instrospection for now.

Happy New Year everyone

My ridiculous knitting page. yes, it's pink.

To get myself out of this november funk, I think I want to start a new series...something more daring than I've done before. Nudes. Of myself. I'm going to try to paint them. I need to challenge myself, allow myself to grow. I'm actually kind of nervous. You may never see what comes of this adventure, depending on what I think of the final results. Exhilirating to be trying something so new.

In other news, I recieved my journal from Helena. It was breathtaking. I'd like to do something for her, but its been hard. I'm so troubled with my art and writing lately, I feel like I have nothing worthy to offer.
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My other journal.
Live Journal
My Webpage

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARARI!!