City Boy

"I asked Ethan to come camping with me. I thought he would be all for communing with nature and all that. He said No. Can you believe that? I mean I thought he'd be into that, he talks to plants for gods sake!"

"Ethan might be all zen and in touch with mother nature. But he has always been and always will be a city boy at heart."

"But, he talks to plants!"

"Yeah but they're potted plants."

_{Destry and Lev talking about Ethan.}
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Cue the Sigh. I've got quite a few of almost finished pictures that I want to show.
This is Ethan, a character from a little story I've been cooking up for a quite a while now.
It's all about guys who are a little more than what they seem. And I think I'm finally settling down on a name for the whole thing but I shan't say it yet. Right now I need to figure out what picture I want to finish next. *pulls out hair*

bunnyfly

did I ever show you the bunny creature I doodled? Well here it is.

Mail

You know what I miss? I miss mail. In a time when even phone calls (hello text messaging, hello twitter) are used less, mail has become like a forgotten practice.

Obviously it is more efficient to just email someone, you don't even have to buy a stamp!
Not even postcards or greeting cards are needed because you can just send an E-Card.
But but I miss it!
Aside from my Entertainment Weekly most of my mail consists of junk mail and bills. (and those are never fun)
Even though I hardly got to enjoy the use of the U.S. Postal Service when I was a kid, I still remember fondly the few times I got to send a letter.
For one thing I've always loved stationary. I actually Like to browse Staples. The stationary aisle was my favorite at Save-On (now CVS).
There is something about writing by hand, perhaps with a pretty fountain pen and parchment paper!
And then it's so exciting to actually receive an envelope from a friend. I think it's that same little thrill one gets when opening a Christmas gift. Not knowing what to expect and then the fact that you can actually keep that saved somewhere, an actual tangible memory. It doesn't even have to be a whole letter, even a postcard would be nice. Those are always fun too. I guess I just miss that human touch.
Don't you?

Tow

It might happen!

grand

I did this pic for my grandmother a few months ago. I used a couple of pictures of her from her youth as ref.

Unfortunately I still haven't mastered how to take pictures of reflective stuff. *more like doesn't take the time to set up a proper setting*

So sorry for the blurriness.


Here's an even worse picture with flash. At least it's sharp eh?
*shame*

acrylic on canvas.

more doodles

James and Sirius? and of course Remus who never really made it in.
But anywho, I guess I just like drawing teen boys.



I'm not sure what I'm doing most of the time. Things just turn out this way. Which is really stupid because I shouldn't be wasting my time drawing pretty faces anymore.
I mean for a while I could only draw ugly faces, so I wanted to be able to draw more pretty characters. Well tada, I think I'm there. But now I really should be working on the rest of the anatomy. You've probably noticed a serious lack of legs on my work. That's because I can't do them! They always look wobbly.
It takes me forever to get someone on their feet. Which is honestly pretty embarrassing.

Obviously what I should do is go and study some anatomy books.
I've done it before I believe, but back then my eyes were very delusional and thought my drawings were good enough. I'm seriously a terribly slow learner. I've been drawing since I could hold a pencil. Which to me means I should be so much better by now.
And yet, I'm stuck at amateur level. Why? I ask myself.
Because once I get comfortable with something I sit at it for as long as I can.
And truly I am embarrassed to admit, but I'm just not pushing myself. I get hopeful and excited, and then halfway I run out of steam.
I let life push me down. And I wallow in my depression for months and only occasionally surface. and if I see a big boat floating by I quickly let myself sink back down.


I'm not sure why I'm writing all this here.


However, now that this month marks another year of my life, I hope that I could get passed this constant funk.


I don't know where my future is leading me, but I hope I could steer it somewhere good.

Whatever I end up doing in the long run, I know that I'll only be happy if I reach a certain level with my art. Even if I never get a chance to do it professionally, I just want to get it Right.

Someday.

Tall and Grumpy

and once again, done during the Chiustream.

Terrible unfinished, I kept getting interrupted, but I think it's passable enough to post.

I considered working on it a bit more but I think it works well enough as a sketch. And there is SO MUCH more I want to do.




must get faster!