my day

the whole evening I lingered in the bloggs around.. I found a direction into comic style artists, guided by the atlantean (i hope i may advertise here) and his links. In search for the last Baiji created in the net world, I found his picture and ended up creating my own blog today.
I spend my whole life painting since I remember (several stories start like this, but imprint starts in childhood, isn't it?) and found my release in the moment. I saved them and let them free on paper later on. I had my peak moments in puberty (when probably most development is spent on personality in crisis). The last years, I simply forgot to paint. Painting turned from a regular event to a time consuming luxury, which were not allowed to afford anymore. Real cold life probably got me, I think. Even when it was always an outlet for me and there was always something missing, I did not allow myself to spend time on unimportant distraction. I missed it a lot.