^vMySadStrangeLittleLifev^

Had some odd, and oddly fun hours last week, but w/getting next Qtr of school set up and general busy + sleepiness I’d fallen off making myself draw. Tonight after dinner I kept dosing off, but I made myself stay up and DRAW! I can’t let myself go more months w/out drawing.. seriously it kills the soul o______o [even people who don’t like how they draw I don’t know how they don’t draw more].

Never the less I’m glad I made myself draw makes me feel more me. When I started (top picture) I was having a horrible time making a single line w/out erasing it. Since shading still plagues me I decided to draw the hair, and form the rest w/shading…then a couple lines. It’s kinda scary looking but I found this exercise helpful.

The 2nd (detailed) sketch I like well enuf, my main concern is figuring out how to shade w/out creating the 5 0’clock shadow affect.. -.- Honestly I can say I’m a little excited I think it’s actually starting to look like me, rather than just somebody.

Not great, not finished, didn’t get much time but felt good to draw none the less. Funny and kinda obviously probably but in the past two days (since I started making myself work on drawing again) I’ve felt more ME again. I’d been w/out realizing slipping into a bit of a slump, and not taking the time to draw when I felt like it was not helping. Bogus as it may be I was so mentally in the school+work zone I was brushing aside taking the time to draw at all. I draw, it is something I do. Like dancing when silly favorites of mine come on the radio, or 5min. in to singing while cleaning I catch myself singing Little Red Riding Hood aloud. These are things that are me. Not the sort of things necessary to exist, but necessary to be me. Sometimes I forget drawing is one of those things too.

Not great, not finished, didn’t get much time but felt good to draw none the less. Funny and kinda obviously probably but in the past two days (since I started making myself work on drawing again) I’ve felt more ME again. I’d been w/out realizing slipping into a bit of a slump, and not taking the time to draw when I felt like it was not helping. Bogus as it may be I was so mentally in the school+work zone I was brushing aside taking the time to draw at all. I draw, it is something I do. Like dancing when silly favorites of mine come on the radio, or 5min. in to singing while cleaning I catch myself singing Little Red Riding Hood aloud. These are things that are me. Not the sort of things necessary to exist, but necessary to be me. Sometimes I forget drawing is one of those things too.

Continuation of self portrait practice. Sketches are of shot w/my hair flipped out, I liked the angle of the neck & head & lighting. Were sketched in order displayed (though the 2nd sketch is just the start of the 3rd sketch).

I don’t think any of them look like me very much yet, but it’s nice to feel like I’ve made progress in a night.