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The reference photo is stolen, and I in no way take credit for anything of any creative merit there in. Also, it's not done. But god willing, I am going to finish this damn drawing. I am going to sit here, for days, perhaps even months, attempting to perfectly recreate every single split-end, wrinkle and homespun-stitch. The really odd thing is I find this relaxing. It doesn't matter if I screw it up. It doesn't need to be perfect. But the pursuit is exciting all the same.
I'm very tempted to let this degrade into an introspective rant, but I'll refrain for now. It's not that I've outgrown them, it's just I've gotten so much more partial to having them live, or more often than not just having a nice chat with myself. I've decided the principal problem I've developed with the internet is it's just too damn easy to say things. There's a filter on your brain for a reason. It should be hard to say certain things. It tells you that they matter.
Think we've beaten the ole LJ horse to death?
Oh, and if anyone has any pictures they want to contribute to my "time to stop being a hack" reference images folder, fire away. I think given a few more months of this, I'll start to understand how pencils work enough to just make it all up, and have it come out alright. I find that when you resign yourself to spending 3 hours on the strand of hair coming off the lower right side of her head, you really start to understand how this all comes together....I still don't want to be an artist.