Dammit, I look like a boy.
The shoes in that picture have lasted me the longest out of any pair of shoes I've owned--almost two years. Usually I blow through a pair in one, if I'm lucky. But this one's getting old, and loose.
My printmaking class is the shit. I know all three other people in it, it's cheap as hell, and we get tea and cookies thrown in the deal for free!
...Hanged rat woodcut in progress. Wood cutting is...different than linocuts. I still haven't gotten the handle of controlling my cuts, but hey-hooray.
I've finally given my bad drawings the finger. I'm not going to get any better until I get them out of the way, so I may as well draw them now than later. I'm not really trying to impress anyone else, just improve.
Due to an odd dream I've had last night, I've dedicated one of my many unfinished/untouched sketchbooks loitering around the house as my daily documentary/life book. Not journal-journal, per se, but a drawing one to note interesting stories and dreams in my life.
I'm not going to detail the dream greatly, only say there were people after us, we were in hiding in a new apartment, and found a gigantic female puppy who proved to be the best dog in the world. But because our pursuers heard that we had a huge dog, we had to go back in time and basically erase her existence, which depressed me greatly.
What really got to me was I was searching for puppy references to base my dream-turned-comic drawing off of, and found a puppy that looks exactly like her, only younger. And is available for adoption. And is female. And is in Savannah.
Anyway.
The shoes in that picture have lasted me the longest out of any pair of shoes I've owned--almost two years. Usually I blow through a pair in one, if I'm lucky. But this one's getting old, and loose.
My printmaking class is the shit. I know all three other people in it, it's cheap as hell, and we get tea and cookies thrown in the deal for free!
...Hanged rat woodcut in progress. Wood cutting is...different than linocuts. I still haven't gotten the handle of controlling my cuts, but hey-hooray.
I've finally given my bad drawings the finger. I'm not going to get any better until I get them out of the way, so I may as well draw them now than later. I'm not really trying to impress anyone else, just improve.
Due to an odd dream I've had last night, I've dedicated one of my many unfinished/untouched sketchbooks loitering around the house as my daily documentary/life book. Not journal-journal, per se, but a drawing one to note interesting stories and dreams in my life.
I'm not going to detail the dream greatly, only say there were people after us, we were in hiding in a new apartment, and found a gigantic female puppy who proved to be the best dog in the world. But because our pursuers heard that we had a huge dog, we had to go back in time and basically erase her existence, which depressed me greatly.
What really got to me was I was searching for puppy references to base my dream-turned-comic drawing off of, and found a puppy that looks exactly like her, only younger. And is available for adoption. And is female. And is in Savannah.
Anyway.
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If you're a boy, you filll me with hope.
And some other emotions that are wierd and deeply confusing.
I like your woodcut.
and i must say- that bra you sent me is the shit. I'm addicted to it and have neglected all my other perfectly nice bras. hows that boba straws working out for ya?