Although I’m not at my best still, health-wise, I’m attempting a comeback with what use I have left with my hands, navigating the challenges presented by the effects of Intracranial Pressure (ICP) that debilitates my eyesight, often throwing my focus into chaos. The constant struggle with nausea looms over me, especially because I know that if I attempt to stare for hours at my drawing paper, it will leave me feeling queasy and fatigued. Furthermore, the numbness in my fingers and the loss of control they experience make it increasingly difficult to hold my drawing pencil steadily, as I try to accomplish smooth, graceful strokes of lines in my artwork. Each movement feels like a duel against my own body, and I work tirelessly to avoid the sensation that I have one hand firmly gripping my pencil while the other feels as if it’s inexplicably stuck inside an electrical outlet. This struggle, however, is not without motivation; I yearn to bring my visions to life on the page, to breathe life into my ideas despite the physical barriers that confront me.

The drawing I’m attaching to this blog, and whom the subject of this comeback is none other than my girlfriend of the past four years (although we’ve had our ups and downs since we were teenagers, but that’s another story for another time). I remember the moment when I first completed the drawing; there was a mix of nervousness and eagerness to share it with her. Before I’d even think about showcasing the drawing on my socials, I wanted to make sure to get her approval, whether it was good or bad. So, I sent her a text and revealed the artwork. Needless to say, she loved the drawing, her words lighting up with joy, which made me feel an overwhelming sense of excitement. It reignited my passion for art and reminded me of how much I cherish creating these pieces. This moment was not just about sharing a drawing; it was about reconnecting with my artistic side and feeling encouraged to dive back into what I love doing—my artwork. I’m thrilled to embark on this journey again, inspired by the support I receive from the ones I love.

I know many people who once were fans of my art, and of my blogging on my art, no longer are followers on my socials or subscribers here to my blogs because it’s been another year hiatus of no new art. My blogs have shifted more towards the personal side of being an artist, exploring my journey and the complexities that come with it, with many of my writings taking on a darker tone. Life as an artist can be a tumultuous ride, filled with highs and lows that deeply influence my expression and creativity. While I understand that the changes in my content may have led some to drift away, there are truly no ill feelings on my part. I appreciate the journey we’ve shared, and I extend my heartfelt gratitude to everyone who has stuck by my side since the beginning, navigating through the shifts together. To those of you who are new and joined during the blogging phase rather than the art, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your continued support on this journey of mine. Your presence and encouragement mean the world to me, and I hold onto the hope that, in time, I will reconnect with the art that once drew you in, allowing us to share even more moments of inspiration, creativity, and growth together.

I hope I can continue to bring new art, health willing, because this battle will not defeat me as I will no longer allow it to do so. I have a lot of fighting to do and a lot of digging wrenches out of the trenches to do, but I’ll do it with determination and passion. Each stroke of my brush and every sketch of my drawings is a testament to my resilience. I know the road is long and fraught with challenges, yet I embrace these obstacles as opportunities to grow stronger and more creative. I believe that through my art, I can inspire others to stand up against their own battles, encouraging them to find their voices and stories, too. With every piece I create, I’m not just expressing myself but also signaling that hope and perseverance can prevail, even in the darkest of times.

Sincerely,

David L

Healingwithart