ve none. i'm either staring at my facebook page of misc ink sketches (not linking it; figure it out yourself) or injecting my lungs with pot v
apor on a regular basis. Yeah, i can actually ta
lk to people now, but now it seems i need to strap on my job helmet, squeeze down into a job can
non and fire off into "It
's Always Sunny" refe
rences but with sexy real life me also screaming.
i've been drawing non-f
ucking-stop, laying the la
bor every day, working out the intuition for per
spective and spacial construction piece by piece, with only brief glimpses as to what i want my weird-ass robot
s to look like in the future.
to 90% of peeps i've shown it to irl, it just looks like the same robots with slightly less hit-or-miss limbs n shit. makes me sad thinking about it. shit.
of course, i've hated mostly everything i've drawn since my last job 6 months ago. with my tablet broken for most of this year, it's just been old pens on paper pads too worn for my mom's office. They're improving, but it's still a longshot. i still feel like i need to draw at least an hour a day, but i no longer feel my old sweeping realizations of aesthetic. i just scratch it out like dandruff now.
anyways, i'm getting a fucking job because drawing sucks a little now, and it'll be a while before i draw digital for DA. In the meantime, i'll just keep trying to mix up my freaky robots on my page with old-ass pens.
lick my bag.