Change is coming...

WARNING!: Long passages, and deep reflection is being expressed below. If you do not have the time, attention span, or simply do not even remotely care, I urge you to move on, away from this post.

I find myself losing interest in Fantasy Art...I have no idea what this will mean for the future. Maybe it is a phase, maybe it isn't.

I think I may gradually shift focus to other forms of art; Perhaps, it will transform into more traditional fine art, landscapes, and more simplistic sculptural forms.
I visited my own website gallery, and was kinda' bombarded by all the brightness, and saturation of color that I had always loved in the past. It actually left me drained. I wonder what is changing inside of me? Is this a process of transformation, or shifting of my creative imagination?...I have no idea.

I an getting tired of feeling like a marionette being yanked along by the strings of consumerism. I discover that for years, I was making things for the sake of earning income, rather than nursing my own soul. I think it may be malnourished at best.
I think I have been closed off from my spiritual processes for too long. I have resigned myself to the sad fact that I will not be able to see the world like I may have wanted to, or to even exist like I had originally imagined to in life.
When I sleep, (When I can, truly, and deeply) ...I dream of wonderful things, places, worlds, etc. I am not bound by my earthy form, and it's entrapment of my physical body, and my being's surroundings. It must be my soul screaming out to me, trying to get my attention. I have to make any sort of change that I can. If I do not try, then what is the use?

For those that fear that I will close up shop, and disappear, take comfort in knowing that I have mountains of unfinished things, in the miasma of a cluttered studio that will, over time... get finished, and sold off. Anything new I create will be birthed from my spiritual heart, with no intention to cater to the populace in large; It will be only for me, and myself alone. I will share finished works, but know that they are not designed to "Sell" like all things before, whether on not they ever will find their final destination, or home.

On the surface, nothing will appear different for many years to come. "Yes...that is how much 'stuff' I have to rid myself of." ...There will be no real superficial difference seen by those who do not really know me.
Family, and closest of friends will begin to see the subtle shimmering of changes only apparent in minute peeks-fleeting in person.  

Don't worry...I should be fine.