Forty-Six.

Today's piece was inspired by my dear friend Aesop and his wonderful fables.  This one by a tale titled The Scorpion and the Frog.  It goes like this: [*takes out book of Aesop's Fables**Flips through pages**Finds aforementioned story**Copies From Book*]

A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream and the
scorpion asks the frog to carry him across on its back. The
frog asks, "How do I know you won't sting me?" The scorpion
says, "Because if I do, I will die too."

The frog is satisfied, and they set out, but in midstream,
the scorpion stings the frog. The frog feels the onset of
paralysis and starts to sink, knowing they both will drown,
but has just enough time to gasp "Why?"

Replies the scorpion: "Its my nature..."

What is true about the scorpion in this story is true about the nature of most people, some behaviors are simply irrepressible despite how you are treated and no matter the consequence.  You see this almost daily.

This tale and it's relevance pertaining to certain aspects of my life was on my mind this morning and I just felt like it needed to be illustrated, and then blogged about.  I've been slipping on my blogging but I've been rather proud of my self this year; I've blogged almost every month!  ^_^

Side Note:  I'm extremely arachnophobic, so while I was looking up references for the scorpion tale, etc, I found myself squirming and twitching in my seat on more than one occasion.  Just thought I'd share.

Side Note 2:  I've also been listening to the following song a lot lately.  It reminds me of my Dad, because he and my mom used to play this CD a lot when I was a kid.  True story, apparently this is one of the first songs my cute adorable infant self used to dance to.  I still can't help but shake my butt when I hear it.  & you're welcome. ;)

Forty-Five.

Don't worry blog type boils and ghouls I have not forgotten about you.  I have just been busy failing at NaNoWriMo (for the third year in a row) and just busy failing at life in general.  But I thought I'd share a doodlejawn I was working on last night with all of you, and a quick coloring video.  My camera died half way through it but meh.  Like I said uber fail at life over here.

Sixteen.

I love to draw.  I really do.  It makes me happy.  It also makes me happy that my injuries currently do not affect my drawing too much.  I really would be even more out of my mind if I couldn't draw.  Anyway, did you know that I draw?  Oh no?  Well I do.  You should check out my deviantART.

You should also check out this video; it's a composite of the drawing above.  While you're there watching you should go on ahead and subscribe too!  You know you want to. ;]

Six.

There is something about creating that sparks something within.

"A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament."

~Oscar Wilde

Three.

Sometimes I find it hard to breathe. That the very air the is meant to give life is truly poison. I've been at a loss for words lately, however, my hands crave to create. So I let them.

I truly love the sound that the pencil makes as it scratches across the paper. It is the sound of creation; of creativity. It is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.