For a long while now, I have felt my inspiration fading, lost under so much demand and the leering eye of perpetual criticism. It's a funny feeling to feel that creative force inside of you withering. Time feels so empty, as if I were lost in the dark from one moment to the next with so many ideas fading into obscurity. There's just been no time to nurture that muse, no time to really devote myself to anything I love. This is probably the first image I've been proud of since Uriel and I still don't think I'll ever create anything to measure up to him again. However, I don't see this as a monument to the lost, but rather the birth of new opportunities. It is the season of change for me and this will be but the first of what I hope to be many, many pieces of art done because I enjoy it and not because I'm trying to force the art to meet other people's expectations. Take my advice, don't ever ignore your muse...for she may never return... 11"x14", Micron and Copic Multiliner Pens.