it is during these times that i realise my art is not art at all.

after the o's: you better watch out. i will strive to work at Made With Love. and i will improve what's called my art. i will be worthy to be called a typographer. i will paint with watercolours. i will learn to draw body anatomy proportionately. i will modify my dolls. i will continue scrapbooking.

i will find myself. and do best at what i love to do.

(on a totally irrelevant note: i don't want to do this, BUT CAN YOU PEOPLE PLEASE TAG. do you know how disheartening it is to visit my own blog to see that my tagboard has not moved at all? and if its staleness means nobody reads my blog, then does it mean nobody will bug me to update if i don't? you sense a hiatus coming soon, but i sense it's still quite far off. tag, or i will remove it to stop depressing me.)