Sometimes I'm anxious and forgetful, other times I am powerful and unstoppable. My twenties have shown me that I can do so much, withstand mental catastrophes and that, yes, my body does fade with time. I am always growing with the time that passes with me.
I have an art degree. I like to draw things: fat cartoons with missing limbs, lots and lots and lots of birds. I currently have a triangle problem. I consider myself a crafts-person more-so than an artist....although others beg the difference. Is fixing broken things and cleaning stuff an art? Then, I am an artist.
When I am at my worst I am at my best, creatively speaking. Except, I can't get out of bed because the dog won't get off of my legs so now I just won't get out of bed. So much for being creative.
I am eccentric, anachronistic, and falling with style