Stagnation and a Breakthrough

I often get into these little ruts- I see things the same way, I get listless and fidgety; If my hands were life it's like I'd be biting my nails.My sister asked me to paint her a picture for her room, and I've spent roughly the last 5 hours slaving over something that I am totally not content with. But I'm still happy. The creative act, the spirit of the thing; It puts me in a headspace unlike any other.

I think part of it is that every time I put time into a piece, I can see impro

vements. Eyes become a bit more sparkling, cheeks a bit more real, lips more ready for a kiss. I'm a long way from still-life, but I'm also so far away from where I was a year ago.

I'm calling him Henry for now.

I changed him a lot after this photo, but posts always look better with photos attached.

To quote mewithoutYou:

"I'm not the boy I once was, but I'm not the man I'll be"

And that really just sums up how I feel right now. I'm in that halfway stage, hopefully tipping further into man territory than back into boyhood, but only time will turn and tell.

Also, I can put my hair in a ponytail. Hollllaaa. Bits still fall out here and there, but I think by mid-March it should be good enough to wear in public.