Of Bumble Bees and Drawing Classes
Now, you see.
I love to draw. One of the few things I do love. I'd be nothing with out it.
Really and truly.
I want to be an artist. It would make me so happy to be able to draw realistically. In fact, I'd be totally contented for a whole of five minutes, then I'd want to improve even more.
I don't know if I'll make it. I've always had this self-assured thing going on. Where I knew I'd make it out in the world, if I tried my hardest.
I just don't know now.
I can't draw realistically, and proportions make me sick.
It's funny, because I don't want to draw realistically. I like wacky proportions. They make me smile.
But... I don't know.
Apparently you can only be good if you draw realistically and you draw it well. It doesn't matter if you can make silly cartoons that make others grin. It doesn't matter if you put all your heart and soul into a picture.
"Well, thats nice. But I don't know whether you draw realistically or not, so I can't really say if you are good."
Now, that comment can be taken a lot of ways.
But what it said to me is, "If you can't draw realistically then you aren't good."
No one ever says good job carly. All they seem to comment on is how cute it is. I don't fucking care if it's cute. I want your honest opinion.
DOES IT SUCK, OR IS IT DECENT?
Thats all I want to know. If I don't know if it sucks or not, then I can't gauge on what I should do to improve!
UGH. I WANT TO DRAW SO BADLY, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE I'M NOT GETTING ANY BETTER.
I'll be soooo behind on drawing when I get to my first drawing class next quarter. I'll be made fun of. It won't be pretty. I know how other 'artists' get. They can be snobby and think they are better. Thats all fine and good, but just because you 'rawk' doesn't mean you can tease me about fucking proportions. End Of Story.
End of Transmission...
I love to draw. One of the few things I do love. I'd be nothing with out it.
Really and truly.
I want to be an artist. It would make me so happy to be able to draw realistically. In fact, I'd be totally contented for a whole of five minutes, then I'd want to improve even more.
I don't know if I'll make it. I've always had this self-assured thing going on. Where I knew I'd make it out in the world, if I tried my hardest.
I just don't know now.
I can't draw realistically, and proportions make me sick.
It's funny, because I don't want to draw realistically. I like wacky proportions. They make me smile.
But... I don't know.
Apparently you can only be good if you draw realistically and you draw it well. It doesn't matter if you can make silly cartoons that make others grin. It doesn't matter if you put all your heart and soul into a picture.
"Well, thats nice. But I don't know whether you draw realistically or not, so I can't really say if you are good."
Now, that comment can be taken a lot of ways.
But what it said to me is, "If you can't draw realistically then you aren't good."
No one ever says good job carly. All they seem to comment on is how cute it is. I don't fucking care if it's cute. I want your honest opinion.
DOES IT SUCK, OR IS IT DECENT?
Thats all I want to know. If I don't know if it sucks or not, then I can't gauge on what I should do to improve!
UGH. I WANT TO DRAW SO BADLY, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE I'M NOT GETTING ANY BETTER.
I'll be soooo behind on drawing when I get to my first drawing class next quarter. I'll be made fun of. It won't be pretty. I know how other 'artists' get. They can be snobby and think they are better. Thats all fine and good, but just because you 'rawk' doesn't mean you can tease me about fucking proportions. End Of Story.
End of Transmission...