Timpani Eversong

Being the youngest, She often felt overlooked. No one seemed to notice her. She liked it that way. She'd been trying to find something she could excel at, and had found art. She's tampered with sketches of people and cartoons, but she'd wanted to move past all that. She wanted to draw life, as it really was- ugly, beautiful, startling, brilliant, awful...everything......


* I'm not a poet, novelist, biographer, columnist, contributor, correspondent, critic, dramatist, editor, essayist, freelancer, ghostwriter, hack, ink slinger, journalist, pen pusher, pencil pusher, playwright, poet, reporter, screenwriter, scribbler, scribe, scripter, stenographer, stringer, wordsmith... I am an Artist. An artisan, artiste, composer, craftsman, creator, expert, inventor, painter, beautician, prima donna.
I've was born an Artist and that is what i do. When i write, draw, sing, speak, dance, its art. I was born to express it and that is what i do here. Peace and Love.