SpectralPony

So, the irony is not lost on me that today is January 13th, and a Friday. It was on a Friday, January the 13th that I made what may well be the biggest mistake of my life. I have two beautiful children from that mistake, but it was a mistake all the same, and in the many years that I lived, guilt-ridden in a home with that awful mistake, I too became an awful person. I made others sad, others that genuinely cared about me, and wanted to see me live a far better life. The toxicity of it all was so great, that I let myself be gaslit, let myself be isolated, torn away from family and friends, all for the sake of what was supposed to be 'til death do you part'. I know it may sound horribly cheesy of me to say, but that person, that thing that I was, horrible, toxic, and pushed by another to be paranoid, think the worst of others, and in turn be nasty and cruel before they could do the same to me; that person is dead. That is not who I am, and that is not who I have been for a very, very

To say that this summer has been busy would be a severe understatement. >-< I have only been able to do a handful of digital drawings, but my sketchbooks are filled to bursting. Though, in the slight period of digital decline, I have gotten a large number of commissions done in traditional media attempts, especially when it comes to oil paintings. I even was able to set up a website for my more professional artworks, bordering upon being labeled under 'fine art' (if paintings based around the Final Fantasy games can be considered as such. >.> I like to believe that they are.). That being said, please feel free to have a look! I