Jasika

So somehow, I lost track of whatever it is that made me want to do the things I love, mainly creating art. I've called it disillusionment, laziness, weariness from working long hours in a job I don't enjoy and not having the energy for any creative efforts. But mostly trying to figure out where I've going with all of this post-uni. Recently I found a stack of sketchbooks I used to keep with me at all times, little pocket-sized things that form a kind of visual journal. They include snippets of what I saw and experienced both at university and in day to day life, using a wide range of media such as ink, watercolours, graphite and bits of diff

...Mmmyep. So, remember when I said I'd get round to looking through the monu-frickin'-mental pile of deviations awaiting my perusal? *cringes* That pile has now reached the impressive (and slightly alarming) point of 4,500. And something. A personal record which, while obviously indicative of my general not-with-it-ness, kinda gives me a smidgeon of the prideful warm fuzzies. This is my slightly sheepish way of admitting my shameful neglect of DA (which can be blamed almost entirely on my 'high-speed' broadband router thingy which is apparently suffering an existential crisis). Which means, at the rate you crazy kids upload your various a

Technology sucks. When it stops working, anyway. I've been deprived of access to any website or online utility that requires login details, I'm guessing it was a network thing (I'm on TalkTalk broadband) since a lot of other local computers were down for similar reasons. Or I've just finally killed my laptop, and this latest return to online civilisation is just the stupid thing's way of telling me "See how well I work when you're not abusing my talents?" before it finally kicks it. I'm having palpitations just thinking about how many unseen deviations have built up in the time I've been forced back into the 1990's (in terms of technology)