Well, it's a bit of a shitty time, honestly.
I can't finish all the thousand projects I have in my head. I'd like to write, draw more, finish the story draft, sketch out the characters, and study their traits.
But I can't.
That's the truth.
And how could I?
My personal and family situation has gotten exponentially worse since October last year, and it shows no signs of improving. I honestly don't expect it. It can't get better unless a miracle happens, granted by an unknown, rather altruistic God. And let's face it. He doesn't exist.
The last two and a half weeks have barely allowed me to breathe. Managing to get to work in the evening and carve out an hour of drawing almost seems like a privilege. I'm even just grateful to have it.
On weekends, I delude myself into thinking I have more time, but every time I'm laughed at and brought back to reality. This may all seem excessive and dramatic, but you know what? I don't give a shit. I only have a couple of people following me, and even if there were more, hey, this is my account and I can do what I want with it.
Anyway, I'll throw in a few sketches and little things I've managed to do over the past few weeks. Little snippets of joy.
And how I wish I could have a moment of relaxation and serenity like the one depicted in the first image.
