Yes, I stopped drawing for nearly two years. I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about drawing, however, I rarely pick up a pencil and actually do it. I harbor serious doubts regarding my ability to effectively express myself on paper. As whiny as it may sound, I am dissatisfied with just about everything I draw. I essentially squandered away two years where I could have learned to improve. Go figure.

I cannot give a time frame as to when I will have completed pieces to show. I spend my art time in my sketchbook to release myself from the constraints I associate with finishing my work. At other times, I'm simply in too much pain. There is one drawing in the works, which ironically is... in my sketchbook. I started using ink and colored pencils there, so I might as well continue it:

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My sister was kind enough to provide a redline. Hummingbird ass failure...
EPIC FAIL.

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Grace, you're still a n00b. Stop lighting my hummingbirds on fire.

So, a phantom with a latte made a pilgrimage to the Temple of the Weasels to speak with the prophetic Moose of Today. Apparently, all that the Moose of Today could utter was, "There lies the Levaquin--hi, sweetiepoo!" This made the phantom livid; he spilled his latte and shrieked, "FU*@ING... KINGDOM!"

Misheard lyrics from various songs... FTW.