It's Been A Rough Winter. Fingers Crossed It's Almost Over.

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Dream

Been spending a lot of time thinking about death lately. The anniversary of a few family members deaths have come and gone in the last few weeks and it's definitely brought the mood of the house down.

Last night I had a dream that something had happened and my Dad had gotten hurt. I stood there with a group of people I didn't recognize but seemed to know, looking at the woods where he must have been. It was being decided who would go into the dark of the trees and find my father. Everyone was crying and scared, myself included, but I volunteered. I walked into the woods away from everyone I knew and the next thing I knew I was at his funeral. The world had turned to black and white, my suit blending in with everything around me. We were there mourning my father's death but I realized that no one besides me seemed to remember him, his face had disappeared from all the photographs that hang on the walls. It was as if he had never existed at all.

It’s strange to find yourself missing someone, then realize they’ve changed over the years. So the person you miss doesn’t exist anymore.

My days have become the vessel of an inevitable end. One that will consist of a tightened noose or the crimson blood of my one love. She suffers and I cannot bring myself to let her go.

Sketches of pages 3 & 4 by Thad Stalmack. Part of Nomad Anthology series

Doing a tile painting of The Great Wave Over Kanagawa. It's taking a long time to do but is going to look bitching when it's done.

I have no real desire to be rich or famous, all I've ever wanted was to wake up every morning and not want to just go back to sleep.

At the moment I'm not quite there yet but hopefully one day soon I'll be able to say I've made it :)

I don't think I'm allowed to get up this morning

One of my fondest memories as a child was when our power would go out and my family would play "little house on the prairie". We ate dinner together, played games and brushed our teeth all by candlelight. I even remember losing power one winter day and we all took turns racing around the house to keep warm.