I’ve been writing too much here. This post is going to be short. Crisis, crisis! Sometimes, I get so sick of drawing. I just get sick of wanting to draw. Here I am, at 2 in the morning, up, because I was shading a nose forever (not the nose above, the nose I am shading is still here, staring at me mockingly.) Like, I want to look at a pretty face and feel… jack shit. That would be amazing.
I’m semi-obsessed with this guy now. He has a very complex nose. No, he’s not Russian. Ok, I lied, he is. I showed my mom a pic of him thinking I was exposing her to some rare glimpse of loveliness–
Me: Isn’t this guy just great?
Mom:…. this guy?! He’s okay.
Me: Okay?? He looks like this beautiful…. wild-cat!
Mom: He looks common….
Me: WHERE? Tell me where he is common so that I may move there!!!!
And then I randomly found this lady on Flickr and… yet again! I want to put down my pencils, curl up in the corner and eat Cheetos until I pass out in an orange hayz. I wrote her an incoherent admiry comment, something about how I would willingly wrestle with a bear on a mountaintop for ten years if I could be a fraction as good as her.
Check out her stuff, aspiring artists, only if you are feeling okay about yourself, because she will floor you.