If I had to compare myself to anyone living or dead, real or fictional, it would be Edward Scissorhands. Weird, I know.

I know the title is kind of depressing, but I've always seen Edward as a very agonized person who is seen as a freak, unaccepted, breaks everything he touches, and even at the end of the story when all is said and done, he is utterly alone, just as when the story began. I cry every time I watch it. lol. Yeah, I'm a major sap, but seriously, I may as well call this a self portrait.

I think artists and goths in particular identify with him more often than not.

I apologize for not updating in awhile. A series of recent health issues has rendered me unable to draw as I once did. It now takes incredible effort and a LOOOOONG time just to finish a single picture. So, not to worry, I haven't forgotten those of you who have had requests. I still am working on a pic of Vaan and Balthier, bookmarks, a pic of Eureka, one of Near,a few tributes to our fine soldiers.but it may be awhile.