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There is something wrong with me.
This horrible-quality photo doesn't do this monstrosity justice, but it's 18 by 24 inches, and it took me all weekend. And by that, I mean I was working on it from noon on Sunday until ten thirty that night. That alone is thrice the amount of time I was required to spend on it, but I spent I don't know how many hours on it Saturday as well.
I'm pretty sure this means I'm certifiably insane. I may as well start planning out who to give my ear to once I cut it off. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself; it's just that, whenever it comes time to pick a subject to draw, I inevitably gravitate towards the most complicated things I can find, thinking, "WOW THIS IS SO COOL I'M GOING TO DRAW IT NOW." Then, when it's five hours later and I'm only halfway through, it's no longer amusing.
Therefore, I have reached a decision: No more insanely overcomplicated shit. I'm going to draw plain, boring things and I'm going to enjoy it, god damn it.
This horrible-quality photo doesn't do this monstrosity justice, but it's 18 by 24 inches, and it took me all weekend. And by that, I mean I was working on it from noon on Sunday until ten thirty that night. That alone is thrice the amount of time I was required to spend on it, but I spent I don't know how many hours on it Saturday as well.
I'm pretty sure this means I'm certifiably insane. I may as well start planning out who to give my ear to once I cut it off. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself; it's just that, whenever it comes time to pick a subject to draw, I inevitably gravitate towards the most complicated things I can find, thinking, "WOW THIS IS SO COOL I'M GOING TO DRAW IT NOW." Then, when it's five hours later and I'm only halfway through, it's no longer amusing.
Therefore, I have reached a decision: No more insanely overcomplicated shit. I'm going to draw plain, boring things and I'm going to enjoy it, god damn it.