I was conceived in mistake.
I was born without a name.
I was a burden to those that came before me.
I am heartache to those that left me behind.
I am a lost word,
A forgotten moment,
A token without value.
These things that cannot be changed,
Define the struggle.
But they do not define the girl.
Selina

I did a thing this past week. I bought myself an iPad so that I could play on Procreate. The guilt I have over spending this amount on myself is keeping me awake. But here are the very first things that I have created on it! I love the rough sketch more than I can say. There’s something that I will always love about sketching. The lines in play, the moment before the mystique is lost. I adore it!
I put colour to the image though because I want to learn. I am not happy with any of it, except for those eyes. I created that! Even if I have to start all over and try again, I feel that I have succeeded already. And just imagine what I’ll learn once I take the tutorials and see what other people are creating. I’m excited to try again.
Selina