so here I am, left with nothing but works
which aren't completely mine. most of them
manipulations of photos I did not take. they
all send one message across, one thing that
hits you right in the side of the mouth with a
fist the size of a moon, of a star, of a growing
hatred inside of a boy who's been struck with
a horrible outlook of the world, of life. a wasted
year. something that I don't plan on repeating.
don't get me wrong, some of the works were
extremely powerful. however, it was nothing
original. i was limited by existing resources
and limited audience. this time around, I'm
planning on opening a lighter side of my
imagination. of coarse, I'll still be submitting
darker works, but I'd really like to get
some awe-inspiring things out of my head
and onto the tablet.