Hello and Welcome to my first official blog post!
This morning I woke up to an extraordinary thing. Or, rather, the extraordinary thing happened during my sleep.
We all dream. And most of my dreams are nightmares. But there's that occasional dream that's like a present. Something that your mind gives to you that you know is special and that you must remember and use for yourself.
My favorite type of dreams are the ones that are presented to you like a story. Characters, plots, creatures and places fill your mind that you had never seen or thought of before. That's how today's Julian was born.
My dream, like most of my dreams, hardly made any sense. Plot (to think of a dream having plot) was sketchy and odd. Death but no death, love, fear, and desperation. But what I took from this dream was this new character.
He died in 1933 (and of course looked different) from racial hatred. His story shall be told in my writing blog. :)
My second drawing of him, this a portrait drawing done in Tegakie.
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