Sep 03, 2008 19:39
Grr... I am really fucking frustrated..
Apparently, the brick walkways are notorious for taking out freshman N00bs... Guess who fell over one.?! The doctor who looked over me in the ER told me "no more eXtreme push-ups". I tore a muscle in my arm, and have been unable to work for weeks now. I'm just coming back, and Satal and Mikhyel say I have gotten better, and I will admit that the lines are coming a little easier now, but that means now that I'm not agonising over the anatomy, I get to agonise over the lay of the clothing or the period accuracy of the gun, or the having the hat at a proper angle.
The frustrating part is finding examples of what I need to draw. There are surprisingly few books on male fashion of the 1940's (especially with pictures), and even less about guns of the 1940's. I would be thrilled if I could find a "Drawing Noir" book, but I don't think they make those either...
....Urgh.... Why couldn't I just write superheroes...? You just have to draw a their underwear on the outside then.
frustration,
books,
urgh,
artstuff