I hate doing artwork. I place my pencil down on a blank piece of white paper right in front of me or open up Clip Studio Paint for some doodling. My hand starts to move through my drawing steps — first the circle for the head, then the cross to make sure everything is aligned,
Wow. Do you know what I hate? I hate when I want to be productive, but I can’t be because I have too much energy. That’s the worst. In fact, I don’t even want to finish writing this blog entry because I’m too distracted. UGH. All I want to do is sit down and work
I don’t think you know how sick I am of artwork. I am so sick of it. It’s actually at the point where I want to quit drawing. It does nothing for me, except bring up blazing fireballs of anger up from the pits of my stomach, into my solar plexus, and pulsates frustration throughout
Earlier this week I completed Step 1.3 – inking all the images. This is freaking awesome. I mean, sure, it took me a month, but I completed them all! The final image completed was for a side image for the Kelly’s Journey website with the main characters looking down into Daisy’s camera set on a
I really hate those moments when I ask myself “well, what do I wanna do?”. Sometimes I’m just sitting at my computer, shading an older image of mine without much of a thought and suddenly the question of whether I really want to be doing this comes to mind. I hate it even more when
Generally when I tell people I don’t drink tea or I don’t eat meat, I’m often met with a response that “it’s healthy for you!” (as well as a rather defensive “well, I like it”). Then these people generally start to list a bunch of reasons why I should like tea or meat, following the
After installing the highly priced Rosetta Stone Japanese software into your computer, you boot up the program and begin on lesson 1, all bright eyed and cheery! You’re finally going to learn Japanese! After a few years of trying to get a direction, you’ve finally found one with this well known, award winning software. Your
She. Her. Hers. Girl. Woman. Daughter. Sister. Do you know what all of those have in common? They are all insults to me. They erase my very existence. I am gender fluid, but even my girl side doesn’t like those words to be used. Not to mention, that side isn’t out much. My preferred (which
Since my last post, my happiness has sort of leveled off into something more neutral with a bit of tension. There’s a good number of factors playing into this. While I didn’t exactly predict what exactly would tear down my mood, I knew it was going to happen one of these days. I’m just hoping