What a month...
Aside from dealing with a semi-traumatic anxiety ridden "social" thing; and general job-dissatisfaction; I've of late been having a bit of an existential crisis about my art - which is kind of funny, because it's happening for once in a time when I'm actually making art, and also kind of sad, because I'm trying to figure out whether ( Read more... )

Yesterday was not a good day. Today is not shaping up to be much better.


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or soon will be - got get things photographed properly and all.


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Looking at my recent work, I think I need to get back to nib-pen drawing, rather than Microns, and I think I need to get back to watercolor for color and tone, rather than Prismacolor.

Something to work on.

Maybe I can go to Dr. Sketchy's next week too.

I've been trying to reconcile myself to an "artistic style" for years. It took me four years to not only figure out what style meant but also to figure out how inportant style truly is - dance taught me that, of all things - fours years of college and two years of A.P. art in high school and it took becoming a professional bellydancer to figure out ( Read more... )

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