geeket

Once upon a time I went to art school.  I wasn't good, I wasn't even noticeable, but I was ambitious. A man came alone and I feel in love.  I gave up my whole life to be his wife, and have his child.  Recently a few months shy of our 8 year anniversary he left me. I started to drowned, my friends came out of the woodworks and helped me.  I had no idea I had so many and such good quality friends.  But it has been a few months now and I'm okay... Some days more so than others, during this time I was encouraged to try art again.  This is me, trying to remember who I was.  It won't be polished, it will not be kind. Most of the stuff I draw now