Ok, so my DA gallery has been on Atkins Diet & has lost a bit of weight. I've taken down images that I wasn't content with & one's that I may end up reworking or disposing of. If you spent time & effort commenting on any pieces taken down, thanks & apologies.

Hopefully there will be new additions added shortly...

It's strange, how art comes from anguish. How fewer favourites I see each day within this community that are based on joy, based on vibrancy, based on the purpose of making someone smile. I’m not trying to say that dark images aren't justified, I to am a depressive, a negative person, someone who can loiter in bed all day cause I know it ain't gonna get better then laying there.

But...Isn't it sad. Isn't it sad that often the art, images & inspirations are ones that hit home the most, because they touch the dark places we have, the issues we have. I hate the term 'teen-angst', cause, as Robert Smith of the Cure said, "Angst doesn't go away, just being a teenager does".

A girl I know, after a deep & somewhat intrusive conversation on my part, said to me as a summary "I have issues", my only reply "Don't we all".

But, as I sit here, I sit here hopeful, hopeful that our musings, our pieces of art are dark, for the reason that when enjoying the good times, we don't have time to document them. Instead we just get about enjoying them. It's a sad State of the Nation if the images that are loved by so many on here are loved because they are fitting of people's lives completely, because if they are, I'm scared. I can't bare a world without hope. Without memories of the good times. Without a truthful statement to yourself every so often that "My life ain't so bad". When we can say all that, then I smile.