Come One; Come All; Prelude
Come one; come all, to the greatest show of all.
We will be sure to amaze, we will be sure to entertain.
Just step inside, to this twisted domain.
A circus of blood and brain.
Come one; come all,
Adults and young ones too.
Parents bring your children, we implore you.
We have it all
From unknown beasts to imps that serve your beck and call.
Just follow me, you can see it all.
We have the freaks, disfigured and the ugly too.
All under this fabric roof.
Who are those over there;
Those little bodies so ready to scare?
They are the twisted,
Our special little treats for you, my dears.
But enough of that, you have
Why does school have to start now . All summer I had really nothing going on and now that school starts fate has decided to bestow like 1000 projects in my lap (thank you fate). I don't hate school I'm just going to miss having almost all day devoted to art and not having to see all the immature people that grace my school. I just hope the one week left of freedom goes by slowly.
Does anyone else have the problem where you have something sketched and you get to the point where a) you have no idea where to go from there b) you stink at composition (me) so you have no idea how to put your character on the page or c) you loss motivation to keep going past the sketch so you have 15 different pieces started which you still like but for some reason can't finish them. This happens on every single one of my pieces, so I'm at the point where i feel like I am going no where, which leads to the depressive thought road. I had to get that out sorry rant over.
Thank you for the favorites, it really means ever so much to me that you enjoy my artwork! I invite you to add me to your watch so that you can see all the future beaded and stitched pieces I have planned! Just think of the sparkles...