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Disappearing (Going back to University) by Vosyl

I've made notices across each site I use, and Weasyl is no different. I know I don't make a whole lot of art. I've noticed most droughts I've had about it I've either been dealing with depression, homelessness, or college. This time I'll be gone potentially more or less for... six years. I'll be pursuing a part-time degree in Criminology and Psychology.

This is a huge commitment and its something I haven't made lightly. I've been cutting back the amount of obligations and responsibilities I have towards others and assessing how much time I really have to contribute towards a degree. Then just cutting back further, and I think its best if I just step away from the fandom for a while. All whilest I make something of myself.

I still intend to draw. Just for myself, in private sketchbooks. with traditional media. Going back to basics as just a means of keeping myself sane. I'll check in once a week to start with, but once things get going I might not be around as much as I was before, if not I won't be here at all.

I hope we meet again on a sunnier day.

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Disappearing (Going back to University)

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    I'll miss seeing you around! Good luck with everything, I hope university treats you well (: Hope to see you again sometime.

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    Wishing you well in your future dive into the academia on this site as well.

    The progressive anarchist crew needs its own fully-fledged intelligentsia to lead and organize.
    But first and foremost, I hope your studies, and the resultant diploma, will bring you a new sense of pride and control over your life, so you could find greater joy and meaning in the world.

    Those indebted to the cheerful and moving qualities of your art will keep your legacy in their hearts and on their hard drives, and they will welcome you back if you ever return.

    Happy trails!

    ~ ~ ~

    In the clearing stands a boxer
    And a fighter by her trade
    And she carries the reminders
    Of every glove that laid her down
    Or cut her till she cried out
    In her anger and her shame,
    "I am leaving! I am leaving!"
    But the fighter still remains.