fetishfaerie

For months now I've been having minor to major panic attacks about the hard fact of life: death. My own end. Losing touch with the world. The unknown. It was horribly depressing because it was constant (at least 2 or 3 times a day), like some heavy shadow riding my shoulders and making it difficult to enjoy living. I couldn't shake it and I thought I'd be cursed to live out the rest of my life like this. .. filled with dread. Strangely enough, the other day I was driving by this building that used to be a print store. When I was 13 and 14, I used to walk by it all the time with my then friend, Jen. I used to dream of one day having art print

Phil and I like to wander around local galleries and it's always a kick to read the statements the artists have made about their work.  Sometimes they're genius and other times... they're absolutely awful.  Mouth diarrhea.  You can justify anything with the right words. XD So I made one for myself.  Eventually I'd like to submit some of my paintings to a few galleries I've been to in Albany and in Hudson, and I figured I'd probably need something written down. * Anything is possible.  I believe in a variety of truths and am well aware of a multitude of lies.  Sometimes they wear the same clothing.  We all draw a veil over our face, or fix

For those of you who had commented and/or favorited my photos at this account, I apologize - but I've just created a new photo account at http://fetishfaerie-photos.deviantart.com  I've been working a lot on photography involving other models, and this account was getting far too cluttered to just keep adding them.  I see my traditional art as being very different from my photography, so seperating them seemed like a good idea. The following photos have been moved (and the few not included in the list have been weeded out to make way for far better work): Exposed - http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/61510133/ Envy - http://www.deviantart.