Today I walked up to the barn with my aunt. I sold my farm. So we went up there to move a few things out. I looked down the row of stalls in the barn, sunlight shown through the double doors. I felt alone and sad all at once. It was the end of something big with my family, and the pain was watching my aunt walking down the hall toward the door. Defeated were we.
So now I'm house hunting, for some small place to call my own, to hang my hat and start over. Staying in my small town was not what I expected, but rather that of what I'm able to afford. There are worse places.
Meanwhile, I have actually had people pay me to do work on their photos. The woman at H&R Block who prepared my taxes even commissioned me to do some for her granddaughters graduation present upon seeing my artwork. She asked about my funny email and what artwork I did.
However, when I first began to delve into the realm of digital artwork, I never would have dreamed that I would be doing it for payment.
I owe so much to Deviantart for feeding my passion. I'm always reminded that their are talented people out there, and it's always up to you to push the boundaries of where your capabilities are. I always want to challenge myself to do more, but keep to who I am.
I don't know what's next for me, but I'm clinging to who I am, with everything I am. Doesn't that sound like the rest of the human race?
So after so many cinematic moments we leave this story, like so many others "to be continued."
Mood: Winter Downs
Listening to: Black Kari Kimmel
Drinking: sweat tea