*AdoC

What kind of strength is needed to go on?

I won't upload new, finished work anytime soon. Now most of my free time I'm spending sketching. But "good" news is that I still haven't been killed or died, so new work will come sooner or later...right now I'm rethinking about my art processes and I wish to try something new and improve my techniques. I'll let you know. I hope all is well and that you guys are well (whoever bothers reading this)

Oh wow

Well this is not cool at all. This person [link] uploaded my artwork claiming he drew it. This is the image that I've done ages ago for World of Monkey Island: [link]

Paco, a great artists and friend sent me an email telling me about it and I've seen that person claiming that Paco's and mine artwork are his.

Look, I'm really reasonable person and I'll never mind if someone uses my work or even alters it, as long as I'm noticed. This however is a theft.

EDIT: thank you for all your support. It means so much to me. I've reported that person and now I'll just wait.

Cranky and Sleep Deprived

It's hard to find the meaning to all this...days go by and often i wonder why I bother...well...I need to paint more...that should help...

I don't watch TV, but sometimes I get tempted to see what's on. Reality shows bring no substance, while well scripted and acted shows became sparse. I can't stand watching Infotainment crap, those plastic smiled bastards that inform us how many people got killed today...pretending to care ...then only few moments late they'll tell us everything about those crazy hedonistic adventures of likes such as Paris and Lindsey. I turn it off and go outside hoping Sun will have answers.

No...i'm not judging anyone and I can't do that. It's just sad that we are all caught in this madness, life is nothing but routine, every single day seems like the other one and yes I try to do somethig else, but i lack money and now lately I lack the motivation as well. I used to think big cities devour the life out of me, but I know now that whole world is a mess.

And I do worst thing now...I avoid my friends, I return no phone calls, I rarely talk or answer emails. Even here I barely respond to what all you good people write and belive me I try to write, but somehow I simply can't. And yes I feel guilty about it...

And sometimes...just sometimes I remember my childhood and how happy it used to be. Everything was the exploration every single part of the wide world hid secrets that waited for me to be discovered. Sadly that child is long dead now...there is only me now...

That's it for now...i'll continue painting poeple. it's still to early to say good byes

Lately I wonder what will happen with all my work, all those papers and canvasses after I die. Will someone preserve it or will it all end up as a trash. I do wonder, but no answer will give me peace...in the end i'll never know...