Views: 5320
Submissions: 101
Favs: 624
~Motheaten
Artist, writer, creator of the comic series Swansong. (And sometimes other stuff)
You can read Swansong online at - http://www.islothbear.com
Chapters 1 - 4 are currently finished, and the first book is printed. It is currently available for purchase at:
https://www.rabbitvalley.com
Being that I have little enough time as it is to work on comic pages, I do NOT have time to accept commissions or do art trades of any kind (not that anyone would want to). Sorry. Thank you for your understanding.
I don't usually thank people personally for favs, but I do appreciate each and every one I get! Thank you.
Featured Submission
Stats
Comments Earned: 628
Comments Made: 784
Journals: 116
Comments Made: 784
Journals: 116
Recent Journal
Suffer Dread
3 months ago
Early 40’s might seem fairly young, depending on your own age probably. Even if its seems older to you, it didn’t occur to me that it would be an age to have to contend with my parents health issues. It’s not something anyone warms you about getting older, seeing your parents grow older.
It feels like I’m on my own trying to keep things organized and on track.
It puts creative endeavors on the back burner. In my case, the back burner on a stove in derelict house, in which no one has lived in for a long time.
Both in taking up time, and in taking away the desire to create.
Really though, I don’t see how things will get better any time soon. And it just seems like it was naive of me to imagine I could have made a decent life for myself. (Descent life?)
It makes me wonder what the point of existence is. Even if we leave behind some body of work, something made by ones own hand, friends, family who remember you fondly, or even some enemy; someday it will all be forgotten.
Well, I’m in no state to continue ramblings about an existential crisis.
It feels like I’m on my own trying to keep things organized and on track.
It puts creative endeavors on the back burner. In my case, the back burner on a stove in derelict house, in which no one has lived in for a long time.
Both in taking up time, and in taking away the desire to create.
Really though, I don’t see how things will get better any time soon. And it just seems like it was naive of me to imagine I could have made a decent life for myself. (Descent life?)
It makes me wonder what the point of existence is. Even if we leave behind some body of work, something made by ones own hand, friends, family who remember you fondly, or even some enemy; someday it will all be forgotten.
Well, I’m in no state to continue ramblings about an existential crisis.
NazzNikoNanuke