I'm alive.

I have a huge canvas in my living room that has seemed to be taunting me the last several weeks of silence.

Every time I try to put a paintbrush to it, it ends up somehow creating some forcefield around it that throws spikes and sharp needles if I get too close.

This canvas is driving me crazy.

I thought it was the plastic around it, but I can't get close enough to remove the plastic.

It is also blocking the glade plugin that needs to be refilled but I can't move it without getting attacked.

Basically, I'm screwed.

I thought maybe if I somehow got my hands on an older piece of art I made for someone that I might be able to become inspired. Something got lost somewhere.

So then I began writing thousands of obscene blogs and drawing several pictures that I just can't seem to post.

Just wanted to update that I am alive, consuming beer and pie, and trying to figure out how to post a new interesting blog about my observations on the colors of cars and zombie apocalypses, because for Renee's sake, an instructional manual about how to survive a zombie apocalypse is necessary...and I miss her. <3