As with just about anything I start, my initial beginnings with DA are of utter excitement. I feel this need to collect every last scrap of any kind of artwork that I actually have here in SD with me and post it. So, this morning, camera in hand, I began photographing my sketch book. My sketch book is generally born of little to no planning coming off the cusp of some diaria of the emotions, usually, And contains snippits of myself, some of which I can't even share with the people who mean the world to me. And here I am, camera poised, thinking "yeah, that's some raw emotion, that would show the DA community my passion." Somehow, I find myself suddenly willing to throw any scrap of my insides out for the entire world to see, things that, previously, have been for God's and my eyes alone. period. I guess there's something about not having to look the other person in the eyes when that kind of pain or selfish realization is presented. I'm not saying that these things shouldn't be shared, simply that if I, myself, can't bring myself to place them in front of at least one of my bosom buddies then there is no way in all of creation that they should find themselves posted on the net where one of the kids from the church youth group I work with can come across them.

Random thoughts for a Saturday morning.

-yenna.