|Even the greatest of creations will one day fade away.|
|Daily Deviation - Tutorial on drawing human figures.|
I'm an art teacher. I want to inspire creativity and bring more color and understanding into the world.
I believe that everyone has an image in their hearts that waits to be translated. I want to provide people with the techniques to create their desires, hopes, and aspirations into tangible objects. I want people to stop and see the little things, remember a time when we admired nature for it's beauty and when we saw people and creatures dancing in the skies and on the treetops. Let's bring back creativity and imagination, together. This is my dream.
Why do they fade? These precious memories of ones we love slowly disappear like a chalk painting in the rain. What was once so elaborate and beautiful merely becomes smudged marks on the sidewalk and dissolves into fragments; stuck in the cracks that, too, go away over time. Tears become the rain, but our sobs are like the wind trying to blow it away before it touches on our memories to keep them safe, yet not amount of wind can keep the tears away that drown us in memories distorting and twisting them. I don't want you to go. Not yet. These memories of you are my precious, precious memories and I want to hold on to them forever.
You were my best friend. Even though you weren't human, you were there for me. I loved it when you licked away my tears before I even knew they were there. You always knew when I needed you. I know that, at first, it seemed like you replaced the rift that Amy left in me. I remember that I would sleep just so I could be with Amy because I did