I'm back.

The Lady Demoniess is back from her dA "hiatus". She was wrong to leave. It's been four months... which is quite long enough.

For the last few years I have put a lot of focus into being a massage therapist, aromatherapist, and healing facilitator. Unfortunately I'm not getting anywhere and I'm starting to lose faith in the idea of me being a healer. Don't get me wrong, I love love LOVE being a healer! It is wonderfully satisfying to have a knowledge that you can give to others so they can feel more in charge of themselves and more independent. But I'm not currently in a place or surrounded by people that are supportive of me as a healer. I would like to get to a place and be surrounded by people that are, but I know it will take plenty more time to get there. The idea of being a successful healer is thrilling to me, and I'm still going to keep holding onto that idea. I've developed my skills as a healer incredibly far in a short amount of time and I've astounded my mentors with my individual skills and comprehension. The issue is the lack of success. My age is a daunting thing to employers and clients, a thing I understand, but I also feel as if the Universe is trying to take me in a new direction.

I've decided it's time to get back to one of my original loves, one I should have never set aside. I've been doodling and sketching since I could pick up a pencil and I have amazed myself with the things I have created. Even while going through massage school I was doodling and drawing during lectures and between classes (a few of the drawings here on dA). Back in high school I never STOPPED drawing. Even though I didn't pick the pencil up as often, I found myself doing it or having the strong urge to just draw, fill a page with nonsensical lines and shades just to satisfy an urge to put pencil to paper. When the urge gets that strong, when most of your time is spent thinking about doing something (and I'm talking over a period of weeks or months or your lifetime), it's usually a sign that it's what you're meant to do.

I shouldn't have put the pencil down. Drawing, doodling, sketching, writing, whatever... the pencil has become an extension of my own arm and graphite runs through my blood vessels. The difference I feel between drawing and healing is with healing I went for it because a few people told me I was good with my hands and I could make money from it... drawing makes me feel successful and fulfilled without having to make a dime. I love being an artist so much MORE than I love being a healer. It has been a part of my life far longer and far more deeply.

I'm back... and I'm bringing a lot of un-posted drawings with me. Beware LOL I won't be posting them all in one day because I am working on a project for someone which happens to be what brought me back here to this place of missing the black sheen on my hands, the writer's cramp from hours of work, the headaches from spending so much time on Photoshop editing and enhancing and coloring and manipulating; the days on end working on one big self-motivated drawing, and the glorious satisfaction of posting it online for the world to enjoy.

Loving Kindness,
Lady D.

P.S. I do have a Tumblr account which I will still be posting things on just in case anyone is interested = [link]