No, this post doesn’t mean I’m converting to Shinto, Taoism, or Buddhism, though I could given what I know about each of them.
And the title is not referring to thoughts of suicidal cults getting their fatal orders from a comet.
No one lives forever. We were never meant to. And it would not be a good thing in the long run. One can get weary of anything… even a good life.
I posted this picture today only because the WordPress gallery system let me pull up images by date rather than by scrolling all the way back to 2014.
And I like this picture. It is very calming and serene.
I like to draw and create graphic artworks on paper of canvas with colored pencils or paint.
This is the most recent drawing I did. It is an illustration for Horatio T. Dogg. You can probably tell that it is actually two separate drawings spliced together. The one on the left is a much older drawing. It is noticeable that my skills have eroded somewhat over time. Arthritis in my hands and color-blindness creeping up on me make it much harder to match the style and the blending of colors is much harder to make smooth as color vision creeps towards gray, white, and grayer.
But I am not giving up. I can still create beautiful things. And I will keep trying to do that until the very end.