And again, as usual on Mondays, I'm at work.
Yes, I know what you think, what the heck are you doing on deviantart? I guess I'm a little bit addicted... It's funny, to read comments, to comment, and just to look at some art.
I've been frustrated this morning very badly, and I'm kinda mad. MAD. So, I need some distraction, before I blow up the whole building. So, I'm viewing art. Good art, bad art. But expressions of emotions and feelings. Most art screams for a conversation. It yells for a wandering of thoughts. It calls up emotions and feelings by the viewer. And although these emotions and feelings are very different, they cause rest. Emotional peace.
So, I'm ready to do some work. I can handle it again. I'm fully charged by all these deviant people.