It seems to be a normal way of living for me - each year is more destructive than previous. Not even knowin' it, I've started taking english, german and drawing classes, beside my normal 8-hour-schoolday, and I'm ripping my insides out as a teacher. English teacher, to be more precise. The poor victim is a 8-yeay old girl named Ela. We can say 'It's John. John is my uncle' by now.
I don't draw much, otherwise you'd see plenty of new works here (now as I'm thinking 'bout it, I don't really use Internet that much). I only doodle in my precious little, black book - moleskine sketchbook. We'll see if I can survive these 10 months. But I put all