Once upon a time, I lived on DA. During that time, I was surrounded by inspiration and more than enough material against which to compare myself and keep myself humble. To the point of depression, sometimes. This is not DA's fault, nor the fault of any artist here. It is merely a byproduct of my own determination to be perfect. And subsequent failure.
So, for a time, I took a break from DA. Life began to require more and more of me, especially as I began to study dance. And then teach dance. It was a new and exciting way to express myself with less temptation to over-critique myself.
But I missed DA. I missed the inspiration and interaction. So, I would poke my head in here from time to time. And I would paint sometimes. But still life made demands. And more demands. And more.
And I accepted a lengthy commission to illustrate the interior of a book! In a series of 8 books. So, what little bit I was creating got pushed to the side in order to pursue my original dream: