What the dusa!

Fulfilling my lifelong dream of turning men to stone.

Graduation Day!

If I could paint a moment, it would be this one.

Western, it's been too long, but I'm proud to finally take this piece of paper home. Reconnecting with my profs and friends has provided the spark I've been missing. The council may have looked slightly goofy in coloured robes and caps, but it was humbling to watch and listen to such gifted intellectuals. I feel like I've been stuck on a bus going in circles. I don't want to be phased anymore, but continue to challenge myself.

Cheers to these years, blessed art those who grow tired.