Bracco italiano study on Photoshop, 1 hour

I promise you, little me. We will make it.

I am still extremely shy about my studies. I spent more than six or seven years without drawing anything at all. So I am still shaking the rust off my hand and my mechanical pencils, lol.

Why all this text?
Perhaps because now, finally now, I have returned to drawing. And better still, to truly studying art. Lauricella. Norling. Robertson.

I want to live.
I want to honor the Christ who saved me from myself, even though I have not set foot in a church for years, nor do I intend to return.

My former classmates are graduated, living abroad, married even.
And the glory I can finally expose, with illogical audacity, is this: I am tired of hating myself as the runt of the litter.

People, the media especially, like to believe that when someone falls, they rise stronger. That may be true, but it is not absolute. Because how do you rise with broken bones? How do you use your legs after spending months lying in a bed?

I fell ill. I deteriorated to the point of almost eating dust. I hurt myself. I lost my sanity. By the hand of God and my parents alone, I did not leave.

I was a bright child, a prodigy according to my teachers, even if I was the strange child and the adolescent too eccentric to be pleasant.