My time left on this Earth is limited. My art skills are deteriorated. Using AI art programs feels like cheating, because the drawings are mine, but they are worked on by computer programs that overlay someone else’s art skills on my drawings.
But I am determined to draw and paint as much as I can for as long as I can until the Grim Reaper finally beats me in that chess game that determines the final outcome. Bree in this picture won’t be there to watch the chess game. She’s not real. Like most people in my life at present, she’s imaginary, based on a memory and a photo from Instagram. The promise is that I will not give up drawing and making pictures, no matter what compromises I have to make, until Grim pries the art tool out of my cold, dead hand.
Catch a Falling Star 