loupargent

So...yeah, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! (this just to stop a 2 year old journal from being on the front page...)

On February 6th 2008, at 8:30 AM EST, Charly Benoît, age 92, passed away in a hospital of New Brunswick. We all grieve for the loss of my great-grand-father, a proud man who built his house with his own hands when he came to Canada, and lived there until his death. May he rest in peace and watch over us.

To me, drawing has become a way to escape. It is my last semester in College, and things are rougher than ever. I'm confused as hell by some of my teachers, and I don't really know what I'll be doing after College, other than finding a job to get some money so that I can move. If that wasn't enough, my parents are getting divorced soon-ish. Everything's going to hell at home, and the atmosphere is really, really nasty. When I draw, I draw my world. I draw my dreams. I draw my fantasy. I've started drawing to get away. I might not be the best, but it allows me to free my mind. These days, the following quotes from the song "Runaway" by Av