Dusty

Like opening a door to a room that hasn't been attended to in a long time...

Old, outdated pieces, some still get attention. Why?
I almost want to just wipe it all off and start over, make it proper.
But when you haven't anything you feel like adding...

The struggle.

Greetings from the juvious (rainy) North West, by the way. 
It's not even 6pm but it looks and feels like nine o' clock and it has yet to snow (what a rip off).
The seasons here how ever are all I could have wanted, aside from it not having snowed yet. The fall was gorgeous and each day filled me with the desire to roll among the golden leaves that blanketed the ground everywhere I went.
Huge fan ~ Couldn't love where I live more.

Lately I have spent my days selling bubbles and liquid roses to the masses so eager to spend the green.
Individuals like myself need a vast verity to choose from. If my collection of bubbles were a garden, it would put even the most kept lawns around here to utter shame.  (I need help)

As  far as art goes there is endless opportunities for the painter and the musician alike to bloom and be noticed here.
Perhaps one day I will finish all these pieces I have started and maybe even post them, or better yet, sell them. Maybe...
If I find (make) the time. Being tired doesn't help (that is my story and I will stick with it).

I am mostly always active on Instagram, however, even though my traditional art skills haven't been getting too much attention, my photogramming skills have leveled up considerably.

Look me up here~
www.instagram.com/papershiniga…;

And since I have come into possession of an actual camera, I very much look forward to spamming the feeds of my followers with all the artistically photographed nonsense I fancy to post. 

I hope you are all having a good life, if not, you have my sympathy and my prayers for better tomorrows.
Remember my pretties; Even the bad things in life are not permanent. The world is not quite as horrible as one may think.