Innocence | (Read Description)

One of the first hobbies I had as a kid was drawing. I drew a lot. I had tons of notebooks full of game drawings, and I created all sorts of characters and designs inspired by them. I took those notebooks everywhere I went, mostly to school. But everything changed from one day to the next. When I was 12 years old, my mom and I got robbed and taken in our own car outside my school. It was just a robbery, but they drove us around for a while. I'm still grateful nothing more happened to us. We didn't have anything of value beyond the car, so they dropped us off and took it. My backpack was left inside the car. With all of my drawings. I don't remember much of the years after that, but I know I never drew again. So, at 17 years old, I finally got into something art-related again, this time, music. It went well, I finished school, and here I am, Skule Toyama, and my projects. But the trauma stayed. Silent. In 2026, on February 22nd, what happened in Guadalajara, so close to my home, made me go back to that place. I never realized how bad it would be to go back to a vulnerable state. It was so silent, but so strong the feeling of being frozen. Relating something that makes you happy to a traumatic experience. It is embarrassing to have grown up, come back to that place, and feel so frozen and helpless to change it by pure force of will. To think I would be a visual artist if it weren't for that. I made up for it. Trying to get back into drawing. Learning Blender, commissioning artist with my art direction. But it is too much, a lot more than I thought I was capable of handling. I owe an explanation for my silence for the month. I'm just sharing what has been going on lately. My life is better, little by little, but some things need more time to fix. I will fix that trauma. If you like the art that i do, please, i will not ask you for money. Listening and checking out what I do is enough. Thank you for your time. Have a good day, a good day, and a good life.