... I'm playing with brain chemistry again. I had a happy day yesterday, so I'm not going to knock it, and the new stuff is doing that drunk but not drunk thing that the 5HTP did when it was working and so I think that's a good thing ( Read more... )

I've been having a little mini existential crisis for the last few weeks. Maybe the roots go all the way back to the art block in March, which is still hanging on like some fat leech which just doesn't want to let go and will keep sucking until it bursts and blood spurts everywhere. Maybe it goes back further, I don't know ( Read more... )

Concert was awesome! So awesome! So worth the cold and the standing forever and the street preachers and the assholes shoving in front of me just so they could stand there holding their cell phones up in front of my face ( Read more... )

I need to post before lunch. Before I degrade every bit of happiness I managed to scrape and attain and any semblance of feeling good about anything ( Read more... )

An artist who can't draw.

Two fucking weeks now. I've gone through all the "it will end soon," "it's just a bad day," "it has to end soon, right?" and "it's just a phase"s that I have in me. It's not ending. I try every day, and every fucking day I have no fucking motor skills. It's just gone. I've regressed, and if I take today's trial, I've ( Read more... )

Am I the only artist who cannot have even the tiniest bit of pride in her work? Because I swear to god, I say I like something and life's giant hammer comes down and crushes me back into the gutter. Then beats on me a few more times just to get the point across until I'm a little red pulp.

I have drawn every day these last few weeks. Every day. ( Read more... )

I didn't take the medication today. I can tell. In a week or so I should hit the happy fun normal place if my hormones continue the pattern they have been. I love how I can only been normal if I've been bleeding for two weeks straight. I could stab my body, but that would be the wrong kind of bleeding and would only hurt. So no frustrated ( Read more... )

I am such a dork ( Read more... )

Why is it that when I want to draw, I lose all grasp of anatomy and start hacking at the paper like a 13 year old boy?

Why is it that this changes daily and that one day I can be doing decent stuff and the next day it looks like I've had a lobotomy and have decided to let my retarded monkey play in my sketchbook ( Read more... )

I spam your F-list now. Random tangent ahead.

My own psychological issues with Understanding Comics aside, I actually started paying attention to comic layout far before I every tried drawing. Actually far before drawing itself.

I really started getting into comics in high school, as noted before. But I first started reading Silver Sable when ( Read more... )