If next door could stop playing music that would be nice. Fekkers.
Mm, the joys of friday night, sketching jacket designs and chain smoking.
(Alright, that last bit's a lie, but I think maybe my neurons are chain smoking or something. I don't know.)
I hate it when you do a sketch and know it doesn't look right, but aren't entirely sure *why*. I keep squinting at my sketchbook funny and trying to prop it up in different places to see if I can figure it out.
Possibly it's just the perspective and the angle, or maybe it's 'cos I can't decide where to put the shadows. Maybe it's her hair. Tfeh.
Maybe when I see it again tomorrow I'll work it out.
(Alright, that last bit's a lie, but I think maybe my neurons are chain smoking or something. I don't know.)
I hate it when you do a sketch and know it doesn't look right, but aren't entirely sure *why*. I keep squinting at my sketchbook funny and trying to prop it up in different places to see if I can figure it out.
Possibly it's just the perspective and the angle, or maybe it's 'cos I can't decide where to put the shadows. Maybe it's her hair. Tfeh.
Maybe when I see it again tomorrow I'll work it out.