Oh SHUSH.

What, YOU again?

Inner demons rarely get banished forever. You get better at muzzling them, that's all. That's enough. They're a part of you. Maybe your hands aren't obeying your will as you think they ought; you don't solve the problem by cutting them off. Figure out what's making them misbehave and face it. Reshape it. Transform it. The relationship between the you is a two-way street, I don't care what he says.

Every once in a while, when your circumstances call up old sheet music, those demons reappear, reduced in volume but still pungent as cat breath and ready to enact the same old stage play.

You get to say "no." Truly.

Friday: back to presenting some personal art.

Oh Happy Friday, my Brethren.

Something provoked me into posting some of these old concept roughs. I don't feel the connection to this stressed-out little stones that I used to. That's tap-dancing in the right direction. Anthem Blue Cross doesn't cover bolts through your head.

They get me on an artistic altitude, though. Something tells me I'll be doing a second pass on these ideas eventually.

The Last of Paris?

Oh, probably, but you never know. I still have a few that might get seen here. I've got plenty of Prague pictures to post, though. Watch this space!

EDIT: dern mah faulty memory. New image added, old one excised.