I have been particularly productive over the past few months, meaning that I have a large number of drawings that I have taken photographs of, some my own for my portfolio and some for commission…
I am taking orders for pet portraits, any animal! As well as commissions for pretty much anything else you would like, all requests considered including portraits of family,friends and loved ones of any age…If you are interested then please just contact me with my contact form I will have more examples of my work coming….
Otherwise the portraits are still coming and I think I am getting better at them.
this one is my favourite though!:
In other news, I am still fearful of starting the degree work, I have opened the box properly and even removed the contents, but I am yet to actually read any of it…. I will make that my mission for today, stare fear in the face and go for it…
I am very nervous about starting this whole process as I feel that once I begin there is no turning back. Also I am just plain scared that I will fail. I know that I am perfectly capable of doing this though I am also worried about the massive changes that will take place to y life when I begin…
Here is poem I wrote about facing fear:
FEAR
I sit; Knees to Chest;
Wondering what to do for the best.
Then the door knocks.
At first a gentle tap, tap, tapping.
Anxiety knots.
Stomach ties into tangles of snakes
A tight girdle of worry wraps itself around my gut.
Then the tap increases to a rap, rap, rapping…
Louder still:
THUMP,
THUMP,
CRASH!
Head spinning now;
This is it…
FEAR knocking.
Demanding.
At my door.
Light spot and electric shocks
Appear in front of my eyes
Limbs Freeze.
Icy Fingertips prize at the gut crushing girdle;
Icy toes, feet and legs cannot support the weight of this worry
Those wings that once held me aloft:
Flying…
No,
SOARING
Above the world.
Trapped and tattered behind this cage of fright
Feathers bound by cobwebs, Battered.
‘ME’ Shattered
And still, FEAR insists…
“LET ME IN”
It beats at the door;
Like so many times before.
I cower on the floor;
Like so many times before.
Then IT strikes,
This urge to say “NO MORE”
No more kowtowing to the unknown quantity
This faceless, formless, unknown FEAR
The owner of this insistent banging
That unrelenting clamour,
WAITING outside my door.
WANTING me to fail, to fall.
So…
I Do Something;
Something I have never done before…
I answer that door.
It’s just the wind.
So I shake off those cobwebs.
I open my wings, and upon that draft…
I SOAR.
