One day about exactly a year ago, the streets where empty, kids at school, people at work, the sun beaming... Bored as hell I was. Had nothing to do, no one to visit, in a township I'd grown almost not used to anymore... My home town, Hennenman, H-Town, Hennies as known to many.
With a pencil in my hand and scrap book, I began drawing playfully, drawing to kill time.

A year ago... If I could do this with my very 1st drawing, I could do anything. I figured.

I still call it practice, after-all there's still a lot I need to learn, and there's still a whole lot of room for improvement.

With that said though, I'm proud of the progress I made. Drawing is proof to me that we all have everything we need in us just waiting for activation, for a year ago, I didn't even know I'd get here.

With a lot of effort and faith in God and in your efforts, amazing things do happen.