Apparently after my health takes these twisty turny, painful, and all together strange turns, I find myself slipping into this creative coma. This isn't an excuse, I will be producing artwork again soon. I will. However, it won't be until March, it seems.

Not that I can call any of what I've done recently art. I miss black and white photography and dark rooms and thinking way too hard. I need drive and passion. Two things my life seems to lack when it comes to creativity. Not that the passion's lacking. It's my creative coma is putting a damper on all things artistic.

Point being. I want to be able to consider myself an artist again. Something I haven't felt I could do in a very long time.