July something....
You know the deal!

If you are an artist, that does not change. It is something that burns within you. For electronics, and for my sanity,I had given it up. I only found insanity grew.

It had been months since I had laid my hand to paper. My mind grew weak, and my body grew stressed. The person I am kept on tugging me; reminding of who I am. I am Laurissa. I am an artist. I am the benevolent spirit of compassion.

May I never forget that I am a daughter of the divine gifts again. The world is made beautiful in my appraisals, and in my sketchbook. Long live the essence of passion and incoherence.

In Snorkel's name, Amen.