judypatricia

I've come to realize that I want to start drawing again. I picked up an old Ebony pencil that I've had lying around for a few years, last night, and dug out a sheet of newsprint paper. I started to sketch a picture out of Nixion's Ribbons set. And it surprised me a little how I could ignore whatever talent I may have for almost two years, and still feel--when pencil's in hand--that I last utilized it only a day before. I've said since I graduated from Art & Design, that I wanted to take a life drawing class at Art Student's League, but I just never bothered to sign up. I think now would be as good a time as any, to finally shit, and get off that pot.

Today was another day spent with my hetero life-mate, Sarah. I bought a shirt that I hoped I could rock, but apparently my chest wouldn't allow it. So I just took a picture of it, because I'll have to take it back anyway. Too bad I can't pull off the look of wearing shirts that fit like a second skin.

The shirt:


And then some ho's:





And why is it that you can never make out my eye color in pictures?