Taking a break from art for now. I never have been much good at it anyhow and I never expect to be. That attitude being precisely the reason the former part of that sentence is true. It just doesn't feel useful or needed anymore. I used to draw to vent out my emotions, but now all I find coming out of my pencil tip to be repetitions of the same. Drawing no longer inspires me, but frustrates me.

Maybe I'll be back some day.

This summer I've decided I'm going to dedicate to dedicate time to learning how to draw humans (which will involve some hardcore anatomy study) and to taking meaningful pictures with my new camera. (My baby!)

I've already got a journal so this, to me, is useless XD (I'm shellfishie on greatestjournal.com. How original a name, huh?)

But hi!