Magnum Opus
I find a problem with working on something that's really awesome. Is the let down afterwards. I'll finish a picture that I think is fantastic, that it's the most amazing thing I've done to date. When I upload it, it just derails and I'm left feeling empty.
I'd like to say that it's because I'm looking at trying to climb higher with my next drawing, to have to push myself further than what I have just completed. However, I look at all the other pieces that I've poured my heart into... and with little to no reception.. it's just hard to want to do it again. Maybe I should just sit idly by and just draw massive quantities of porn to get attention...
God, good thing this drawing is porn.
I guess I'm just sentimental for those days in which I could just draw for that small circle of friends that I had, and we were carefree and liked what we did. Alas, they're mostly gone now. Life takes priority. I think, that was probably why it was so easy for me to get hooked into WoW. Just because my chain of friends started breaking apart. I made some great friends there too, but that too faded away... what with a coup de tat on our guild.
As I bring the final touches to the inking of the drawing, I feel that lingering feeling in the back of my head that it's all for nothing. I want to be able to say that I drew it because I wanted to express myself. In a way it's true, but I can't help but feel the need to be accepted and recognized for what I do by my fellow proteges.
Though no one today can fulfill the pack that I once ran with. The people I've grown closest to in the wake of my former pack are all distant at best... Or maybe I've grown colder myself and have made that distance even more treacherous. Hard to say.
Now back to drawing porn.
I'd like to say that it's because I'm looking at trying to climb higher with my next drawing, to have to push myself further than what I have just completed. However, I look at all the other pieces that I've poured my heart into... and with little to no reception.. it's just hard to want to do it again. Maybe I should just sit idly by and just draw massive quantities of porn to get attention...
God, good thing this drawing is porn.
I guess I'm just sentimental for those days in which I could just draw for that small circle of friends that I had, and we were carefree and liked what we did. Alas, they're mostly gone now. Life takes priority. I think, that was probably why it was so easy for me to get hooked into WoW. Just because my chain of friends started breaking apart. I made some great friends there too, but that too faded away... what with a coup de tat on our guild.
As I bring the final touches to the inking of the drawing, I feel that lingering feeling in the back of my head that it's all for nothing. I want to be able to say that I drew it because I wanted to express myself. In a way it's true, but I can't help but feel the need to be accepted and recognized for what I do by my fellow proteges.
Though no one today can fulfill the pack that I once ran with. The people I've grown closest to in the wake of my former pack are all distant at best... Or maybe I've grown colder myself and have made that distance even more treacherous. Hard to say.
Now back to drawing porn.