Lately I feel as though I'm huddling in the center of a storm of emotion. If I reach out and touch the hurricane, I will be obliterated. There will be nothing left of me but emotion. I won't be me anymore. I will be rage. I will be grief. I will be bewilderment. I will be agony. I will be emptiness. I will be all these things and more, and I will lose myself to the insanity.
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Fiery Spirit
This piece took me about two and a half hours. It's all colored pencil in a soft-paper sketchbook. I think I prefer less soft paper. ...
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