"I heard, I heard across the moonlit sea
The old voice warning me
Beware, beware, the daughter of the sea
Beware
Beware of me"
I remembered this song at the beginning of March. And suddenly it hit me really hard, no, thank god, I don’t have any problems with my father, it hit me in a different way, much like Jaina’s story after Theramore. I understand her well now. Unfortunately, too well.
Yeah, yeah, Jaina amidst the waves, just like in many other arts of her, but my goal wasn’t to surprise the world with some original idea. I needed this art to let out all the emotions inside me, though I think that’s not visible.
When was the last time I drew something? December? Except commissions or a birthday gift. Since December, I’ve been going through an art crisis. And since December, I’ve spent all that time soul-searching, remembering my whole life, from my earliest memories to the present day. I figured out where literally every single one of my problems stems from, and what to do with it. I’m not going to dump all my conclusions here, nor the story of how I went through my own Theramore last year, the one that made those close to me, who witnessed it all and usually were downplaying my problems, say "God forbid anyone should ever go through something like that" and wonder how I even survived.
But we’re all here for the art, not for my awesome persona.
This art is my catharsis. I needed it. To be able to draw again and create again.
So what can I say in the end? I’m back, guys. I’m back.
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