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I.. don't really know where to start with this one.

I've been needing to get this feeling down on paper for a long time. It's something that is VERY hard to express in person, especially when a lot of folks I know cannot relate.

I really, really want a baby, so does my husband. And in our current situation, we simply cannot afford to even try.

I finished this at a picnic-gathering thang today (which was a joy, not only got to see Huskie again, got to meet the amazingly wonderful Chival, which truly made my day).. All around, there were families with young children, who were squealing with delight at the carousel in the park, playing with bubbles, racing around on the playground. Kids have this insane ability to make noise that can either be the most grating sound in the world, or the most joyous melody. I used to wince with annoyance every time I heard a baby cry, now I wince, but it's this need to help. I don't know how to describe it.

At one point, a little girl came up with her parents, and I found myself blushing as I worked on this silly drawing. It turned out she, a little three year old, had been walking by and seen me drawing this, a cartoon animal. I asked her if she liked to draw (she did), encouraged her to keep at it, and told her how watching cartoons had sparked my love for it. Her mother mentioned that she liked the drawing I was working on, because purple was her favorite color.. and so I gave her a purple colored pencil.. It reminded me of that children's book, Harry and the Purple Crayon. Remember that? How he could draw ANYTHING with that crayon, and it came to life? I love that story.. it's true.

After the girl left, I had to bite some crying back, and I finished this. And.. well, yeah.. This image is the only way to say the words I feel right now, as Vinci cradles an empty blanket, and nuzzles against what just isn't actually there. I wonder if he thinks there really is something in his arms..

Slightly larger version of the one I put on Yerf. There's a lotta hatchwork in here that got lost in the smaller scan. But then again the hatching is ass anyway, damnit.

Sorry for the vent.. but you know? Doesn't it help? Art therapy, baby.. it's so true.

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I.. don't really know where to start with this one.

I've been needing to get this feeling down on paper for a long time. It's something that is VERY hard to express in person, especially when a lot of folks I know cannot relate.

I really, really want a baby, so does my husband. And in our current situation, we simply cannot afford to even try.

I finished this at a picnic-gathering thang today (which was a joy, not only got to see Huskie again, got to meet the amazingly wonderful Chival, which truly made my day).. All around, there were families with young children, who were squealing with delight at the carousel in the park, playing with bubbles, racing around on the playground. Kids have this insane ability to make noise that can either be the most grating sound in the world, or the most joyous melody. I used to wince with annoyance every time I heard a baby cry, now I wince, but it's this need to help. I don't know how to describe it.

At one point, a little girl came up with her parents, and I found myself blushing as I worked on this silly drawing. It turned out she, a little three year old, had been walking by and seen me drawing this, a cartoon animal. I asked her if she liked to draw (she did), encouraged her to keep at it, and told her how watching cartoons had sparked my love for it. Her mother mentioned that she liked the drawing I was working on, because purple was her favorite color.. and so I gave her a purple colored pencil.. It reminded me of that children's book, Harry and the Purple Crayon. Remember that? How he could draw ANYTHING with that crayon, and it came to life? I love that story.. it's true.

After the girl left, I had to bite some crying back, and I finished this. And.. well, yeah.. This image is the only way to say the words I feel right now, as Vinci cradles an empty blanket, and nuzzles against what just isn't actually there. I wonder if he thinks there really is something in his arms..

Slightly larger version of the one I put on Yerf. There's a lotta hatchwork in here that got lost in the smaller scan. But then again the hatching is ass anyway, damnit.

Sorry for the vent.. but you know? Doesn't it help? Art therapy, baby.. it's so true.