It's been a very long time since I posted for a simple reason: my husband of over 9 years ran me out of my home with a weapon, and I am homeless now. I am enjoying the homelessness because of the newfound sense of complete freedom. I am like a cat, and happily found kind people who have taken me in and are feeding me and making sure I have a place to shower and clean my clothes.
I have been away from my "stuff" for six weeks now. I am loathe to retreive most of it. I miss my art supplies, and that's about all. Now I understand how possesions weigh us down and trap us.
I drew this two days ago after an amazing acid trip: Seed of Life is aptly named. And I realized my own freedom, and that I am my own best friend.
I can fly
I am a predator
