Although, with all the changes going on at work it may seem that I am beginning a new Journey. I would much rather be beginning on a New Job altogether. Someplace where my art is my job. Yeah - that would be great. There are some projects in the works, if said projects actually take off. I could be very happy working on a Children's Television Show. That is something I could be quite proud of.
I am very proud of this piece. 
I am an artist. But I don't work as one in real life. This leads to some Melancholy at times. I was not made for the cubicle life. Interestingly enough, as an "outsider" working in this environment I have discovered that there are actually peopel that thrive here. It's so very alien to me that this would be a desirable place for someone to be - but I have found that it takes all kinds - and I am grateful that there are people that truly do belong here. ---You may ask, why are you working in this environment, when it is the polar opposite of who you are? I answer: security. This is how I pay the bills - the money is regular - if somewhat reduced from what I would like to be making. I do my art professionally on the side, but I have not yet come into the client base that would allow total emancipation. In my experience there are a lot of people in this world not working the job that they would like. When I read about men I look up to for the worldly things they have accomplished, I see that they have taken risks that I am not willing to take. I also see lives that are missing out on spiritual things of importance that I would never give up. If I change my focus to other men to which I Admire for their Spiritual Giantism, I see that they have lost their own lives in the lives of others and I desire to be like that.
I am not a depressed person because of the Spiritual aspect of my life. Therin lies true joy. I will however seek to detach myself from the Cubicle. But more importantly, I will seek to improve myself spiritualy. I must lose my life in order to find it. 
Well, this is an Action hero of sorts. He. . . . well, I don't what kind of move he's making. He looks confused to me. I drew this after not drawing for a while. It's rusty, but I like the crowd around him. 
Another Zombie. A Denizen of the undead. Unthinking, and not Debonair, as the ever popular Count Dracula. Not as confused as the Pieced together Monster of Dr. Frankenstein. But he sure can Shuffle. 
