Projects on the go:

Deva Mask
_{main mask
feet, hands, tail}

Dark Crystal Figure

_{begin work, more sketches, start with head and go down to full body in mesh then apply fabric, etc}

Family Reunion Caribou

_{order resin head, carve, fur, adjust, etc}

Over the past few years I've been learning the fine art of walking away. I've had to do it a few times now and each time it seems to be getting easier and easier. And I feel like it should be done again with a man I once loved last summer. Nothing more rude than the sight of someone you once intimately cared for playing tonsil hockey with his new trophy and then deciding to introduce after the entire display.

Walking away keeps getting easier and easier.

And yet I'd be fine if I just didn't have to witness such trife. In all honesty, I've seen a few of my ex's now with their significant others, those who they've moved on with, and continue to be with. It doesn't bother me. I've seen cuddles, and the occasional peck. Doesn't bother me. Hell- I've been invited to an ex's wedding in the oncoming year. I couldn't be more touched and proud to be at such an event. But when you're going down somebody's throat far enough to come up with a fetch of gold, that's where I get uncomfortable. I know I'm bitter. Acknowledging your pain is just one of many steps on the road to recovery.

Part of me just doesn't want to recover it seems. But that doesn't mean I have to stop experiencing things outside of my hearts realm.

I've got a montage going through my mind right now, and actually, for a few days now, that's just been giving me a cheshire grin and the comfort of knowing I made somebody's life better. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I'm an absolute massage whore. I've got a friend that's quite willing to let me partake in my passion.

That evening, it was just something worth bearing memories to. He was slumped over a large pile of clothes and blankets, in the dim light of his apartment with blue smoke lingering within the air. But for this solid hour, there was nothing but the kneading of my hands upon his back. I traced upon his knots and his many old and faded tattoos. I worked his back, his shoulders, neck, and head. As he lapsed in and out of consciousness and let out the occasional groan. He resembled that of a boy who was just happy to be touched by another, to have a connection. As my hands traced I couldn't help but smile and settle further into my seat as well. I worked for a solid hour, and afterwards, my hands could have easily continued for another straight hour.

I was happy just to benefit the life of another. And I'm sure he was happy to have a good, restful sleep that evening. Everyone wins.

In other news, I'm still working on my mask on and off. I was feeling a little ancy so I put it down for the night. I've also got some makeup to help with the process. I figure I'll paint my arms black, as well as my face. Things should work out well for that. I just wish I had more time to work on things...ahhh well. I'll have many more projects and things I can finish on this for the next opportunity that I can wear things.

Here's to the hope there will be plenty of pictures after its completion. There are a few other projects though that I'm budding with- I've got a limited schedule though so we'll see how things transpire. It's time I be heading off to bed, so have a good night fellow deviants.


Talon