As I have now settled into my new (slightly amorphous) schedule, I have had more time to work on stuff. Or at least attempt to. I've got so many partially finished drawings, and so many stories/ideas that I don't know what to focus on. The attempts I've made at creating something that satisfies both myself and my desire to create something worthy of sharing has brought me to several realizations.
1. 95% of the time, my hands can't come anywhere close to creating what my mind does.
2. #1 annoys the everliving shit out of me.
3. I seem get the most enjoyment out of doing pointless doodles that very rarely amount to something worth cleaning up.
4. For some reason, I do some of what I feel is my best work when I don't have the tools I want. For example, when I doodle on the back of a telephone message form with a ballpoint pen.
5. I feel like I am getting better, but refer once again to realization #1.
6. I really, really wish I knew how to animate, but I don't have the time nor access to take any classes to learn. The best I can do is flipnote-style.
7. DRAWING HANDS ARE THE BANE OF MY ARTISTIC EXSISTANCE
8. I finish stories in my head, then lose all enthusiasm to finish actually writing it down.
9. Youtube does a wonderful job of evaporating time.
- Mood: Daily Needs
- Listening to: You Make Me by Avicii
- Reading: In the Balance by Harry Turtledove
- Watching: time go by
- Playing: Assassin's Creed IV Black Flag
- Eating: nothing
- Drinking: nothing