I am seriously lacking in the motivation department. It is something I must overcome on a daily basis... otherwise I would live in my bed. Sweet, comfortable bed. Mmmmm...
Er... so this is where you come in, whoever you are. I am shrugging off the burden of motivating myself and passing it to you. You make a request and we'll see what happens.
And if it turns out badly, it'll be all your fault. So, meh!

I am vex with the softness of my own heart, sometimes. I am gifted with an incredibly cheeky wit but am without the heart to use it on people. Take for instance: I have recently reconnected with an associate from high school, and while sitting and mulling through my memories I have come to a vague generalizations of her personality.
I recall that she was rather quiet but when prodded into saying something it was often a bit tart but entirely true and said in a very deadpan sort of way. She would make an excellent straight man in a comedy routine. Any way, this gave her all the impress of being a wet rag, even though she was and is a very nice person and very easy to get on with (though I often got the impression she was terribly unimpressed with the world and really just putting up with it). Which leads me to my witty moment as the phrase I would use to best describe her as "with all the social graces of a lobbed brick with a very curteous note attached." See? Isn't that a fantastic line? Well, I think it is and you're not in much of a place to comment... unless you leave a comment. Unfortunately, I don't believe I can share it with her as it is a bit cutting, we really haven't spoken in a few years, and I don't want to send her screaming off into the hills thinking that I'm a jackass (even though I really am under all my kind and cuddly, narcissistic layers).
And what does this have to do with my art? Absolutely nothing, though she is an accomplished artist and artisan in her own right.

Okay. So, after three years I finally get around to putting something on here. Don't blame me because I'm beautiful, it's the laziness and frustration that did it.
When I set up the account, I spent the better part of a couple hours trying to customize my little icon (50x50 pixels is hard to format when you don't know what the heck you're doing). So, I threw up my arms in frustration and came back two or three time in the intervening years.

So, I somehow found myself looking through someone's deviant art gallery and the thought struck me: don't I have one of these accounts? And after getting a new password and all that jazz, I finally put some carp on here (mmm... fishies).
We've got three things of varying age and one recent sketch. Oh, and the icon, same one I was trying to put up three years ago (jest so yaknow).