Areophile

It's hard to realize that your parents are living creatures that will one day die just like everything else does.  I was fifteen years old when death became a real concern, not just a far-off possibility.  The funny part is that she only went in for routine surgery.  I remember the day she came home, just a little scared, and told me and my sister that she was going to have her gall bladder removed. I took the news academically at first:  Mom's going to have a piece of her body removed.  It was only later, during the slow march of months that she lay in the hospital bed that I really consider

I have avoided joining DeviantArt for a couple of years. I don't know why I avoided it. It just seemed like another page to have to update, register for, and keep track of. Now that I've taken the time to examine the features of the site, I'm excited to finally be a part of the Deviant community. I hope you'll enjoy what I plan to post here. In addition to my commercial endeavors, I will be creating some imagery specifically for DeviantArt. We'll see where that takes me.  All my best.