Almost 3 years to be precise…. So how do I begin writing this journal? (Don’t worry, I’ll keep it short and to the point).

To be honest I’m not sure why. But thinking about it over this time had a lot of time to think about priorities. The reason for the inactivity was due to work, Father’s health problems, procrastination, self dough, negativity and fatigue with Social Media and the Internet, (And yes, Internet fatigue is real). Let’s just say I got sick of people complaining about politics and all the toxicity on Facebook, X and other platforms. Which led me to become more isolated and quiet. I mean there is no excuse as to why I couldn’t at least added a post about my whereabouts and I apologize for that, but the drifting began after rethinking about myself as an artist.
I haven’t been liking the direction my art has been going in late 2022 with little improvement with my art. It stems a lack of new ideas and variety and never creating a solid foundation with my art, (A mistake many artist have made during their journey too).. Which led me to lose faith in myself, procrastination and a lack of interest to continue. It also didn’t help that work has taken a toll on me and my father’s health deteriorating. And despite pledging to return to art by buying Sketch books and art books, nothing ever happen. However, I never though about putting down the pencil. On some positive notes I went to Las Vegas and Billy Bob’s Wonderland, (AKA SHOWBIZ PIZZA). but on a negative note 2025 hasn’t been a stellar year, especially with father’s passing April 4th of this year.
After my birthday Jan 18th he had a mini stroke and had to stay in the hospital until Mid February. He had to return in March because of his oxygen levels, breathing and pneumonia…. He died on a Friday knowing his family was there before passed. And I got to say my dad had such the adventure. He was one of the old school Italian Jersey City guys from movies like (Wise Guy) Starring Danny DeVito and Joe Piscopo. Which is Ironically, because that movie was filmed in Jersey City and that Church (St. Lucy’s) is where my mom and dad meant and married. Also to note I was one of the last babies to be baptized in that church before it shuttered. It’s still there, but a big tree is growing inside. This year hasn’t been good with deaths either, We lost Ozzy and Hulk Hogan (My dad’s favorite wrestler too…. He hated Ozzy).

And Today I’m writing this journal to let know I’m back and alive and healthy. I’m refreshed and ready to continue my journey. Sure I didn’t go to the art school like I wanted, but I wanna still create and tell stories. Thankfully ChatGPT has helped me how to structure stories better. For now, I’ll start small—catching up on comments, doodling every day, and reading from my art books to rebuild the spark. No big promises yet, but I do plan to open up for requests when I feel ready.
Thanks to everyone who stuck around during my absence. Your patience means a lot, and I’m excited to share this new chapter with you.