I hate to be out of shape. Learning to draw again and again and again... And every time BOOM a wall, a new problem I have to deal with and when I come back - oops, I need to do it again. Sometimes I think about the Hitchhicker's Guide to the Galaxy and come to a hypothesis that my drawing mastery is the question to 42. Whenever I reach the level I'm satisfied with the universe will implode. And only those variants of universe that prevent me from it still live.
Ahem. Well, mental instability aside... I forgot what else I wanted to say. Some more rambling, probably. I should mark such cases of typing diarrhea as non-important to save the mind of whoever's gonna read it. I have no idea why am I typing this, my fingers are just stiff from pencil and mouse.
Hmm... Applebloom soup!
Oh yeah, this weird feeling... I guess Sycra used to talk about it in his video about learning curves. Like when I see these sketches I think they are awful. But looking at the old ones makes me realize that I used to draw more simple, basic poses (or not?). So I pick something more complicated, fail it a bit and... no, no conclusion. I'm just a mess of piled up experiences. ^__^'
Yep, Applebloom soup sounds good.
"So earthlings, I present you with a choice. Either die in the vacuum of space or tell me... what you thought of my poem?"
Kie Dough
2017-06-18 00:41:23 +0000 UTC