So.... death is stalking me. In my art. Everywhere I turn, no matter what I try to do differently, my work ends up being creepy or death-related in some way. Fuck. I mean, it's interesting at the very least, but I don't think it's healthy that what I consider a romantic image, is conceived as being a murder scene by the remainder of society. This makes me concerned for myself. Am I mentally ill? Or just... goth. Who knows... for now I will fall asleep on my charcoal-stained pillow and dream about nice things, without dismembered body parts... or rivers of blood. ^ ^