The Mysterious Traveller

 ' Alas!' cried the old man, shaking his wretched fist belligerently at 2023. 'That you have bested me leaves a bad taste in my mouth! You thwarted me with broken promises and less hope than I can shake a stick at!' Fate had gifted the old man with a gnarled old stick, lain upon the damp verge beside him. But the very idea of picking it up for emphasis and farce was quenched as the darkening clouds kept their word and rained an almighty downpour onto the world below. The winds howled and isolated any chance of a peaceful stroll home.  'Bother and befuddle!' the old man persisted. 'This weather doth trouble my mind, and yet, compliments in such a way that leaves nought but admiration. Such timing!' Distracted by the poetic irony, he continued to shuffle against the breeze and into the future.  Days turned into weeks and then? Perhaps in to months; the old man knew not. His mind was burdened with unexplained circumstances and missed opportunities. The life...

What's that proverbial phrase that people say? When life gives you lemons... Well fuck those lemons!  Perhaps I'm a little frustrated because I am currently harvesting lemons for a quest on Farmville 2 ' Escape to the Country' and they take so long to grow. I have an order of lemonade to produce and Eagle Eyed Eddie will not suffer another late delivery.  Life is not giving me any metaphorical lemons at the moment. There seems to be a void and an endless limbo between the past and the future. I feel like my career in animation can continue and can, if I push myself a little more, lead me to some wonderful projects and studios. This limbo I speak of is a result, unfortunately, of a few life changes that have been occurring over the past 6-12 months. It has set my mind into a whirlwind of questions that have no answers. But I know I can get through it. Art must be the answer.  So my plan will begin with revisiting my collections of artwork. Quite a simple task, but one th...