Rabid-Turtle

I joined when I was in highschool 2003 I think it was. DevArt was a place I could post my art and share with those who were connected enough to find me, but let me remain some what anonymous. As the years have gone by the site has grown and I have felt less a part of its community. But 11 years or so later I'm still here. So theres that. Happy B-Day DevArt.

They call me Turtle though my parents dubbed me Jessica.

I am always striving to improve my artwork although I wish I was more passionate about it, anything really I'm currently too busy contemplating life to find meaning in anything right now but I'm sure I'll find a path eventually.

Some days I wish I could switch off those little bits in my brain that just wont stop thinking.

Well thats it for now, I dunno if your reading this then cool, feel free to take a peek at the gallery or say hello.

Adios

- R.T

My knuckles are bleeding on your front door and these flowers are wilting in the rain. They were for you and now they are for no one. They are irrelevant as mercenaries in times of peace. They are smoke twisting off the lips of a movie star. Here is a boy with paper skin who longs to touch the girl of broken glass. She loves it when he wears his skin like that. In tatters.