A Painters Diary

[Lacrimosa]

I haven't had the chance to write in my journal recently, another day another painting. 
I did a self - portrait, how strange.

I haven't painted one before. . . but I looked in the mirror today and knew soon SHE would come to visit. 
It's been so busy lately inside and outside the city.
War is striking through the lands and I feel as if many people and things will change.

I finally managed to speak to Cerise, what a brilliant mind, I'm forever grateful to be surrounded by such people.
I feel as if my life is being spent buried in books.
Yet. . . that is fine.
Somehow I am at peace with this. . . because everything I learn and do is for my craft, and I guess in extension for those who are considered her people.

It is with this growing knowledge that I have hopes of pursuing the highest form of art.