The bread and butter to my Odyssey of work and life progress, personal and professional growth, and future ambitions. Almost a month long now working remotely. All for the cause of thriving, and attempting to chase dreams and visions that could potentially be impervious. The thought that it could be a recipe for a lifetime of disappointment and resentment, cannot be overlooked, but I carry on.
A late post of January 12, 2018: It was my mother's birthday and at the end of my day, in a short brief time period, I had nothing but a canvas of her image firmly fixed and fastened on the wall to honour, and remember, her presence and existence in silence, seclusion, and solitude. With our era's advancing means and methods of expression, I captured what I glanced upon on that brief occasion so I can at least have something to recall and share. Dear mother, please be with me through situations that are demonstrative about feelings and circumstances I clandestinely encounter alone and unaccompanied as I persist and carry on to live, grow, and thrive.
Working on adding colour to @leslie_khoo vi 's illustration of a draft game character npc I'm working on for a private server. My short character sketch of her: She is Abigail and one of the remaining ghosts of that game world. A 15 year old girl with blond hair, emerald eyes, porcelain skin. An innocent, beautiful, gentle, bubbly, playful, pleasing, fragile, cautious, and curious ghost with a warm, gentle, childish, and child-like character. She only reveals herself to the local community of that game server during Thanksgiving and Christmas season snd conceals her presence after the season. She loves playing games with the community during the Christmas season and she is the image of that game world's genuine and authentic Christmas love.