"Saga...is dead."

God it's been TOO fucking long since I've made anything for me.

Deadline for the next publication, at the end of the month, will be pushing me to make a lot more. Despite how terrible a dent this puts into homework time, I haven't felt this fucking good since February.

First sculpt

It's nice to be ambitious about drawing and all, but then I remember I actually AM (was) too fucking busy. With this guy. 

Chavant clay. This is a fucking amazing medium.

I am an artist.

That is what I am, and that is what I do. Because of that, I draw. Because of that, I exist. How dare I become complacent? How dare I let this fall into habit and live simply to get by, homework to homework? How dare I forget the passion that led me here in the first place?!

From this day on, daily sketches resume. No more bullshit excuses. No more fear of toil and burnout, because that is part of the natural struggle in life. I eat and sleep every day; so will I draw.

Happy birthday (in Asia time), Saga and Kanon. I live to breathe life into you.


(And, thank you, Tomas. It was the greatest thing in the world to meet you.)

What

Who in the world just straight-up accidentally have a conversation that lasts 11 hours from the moment of waking, to the point of forgetting to eat, for the entire day? And could have kept going if not for schoolwork? Every single time we meet.

What the fuck is wrong with us. XD

Mais

It all seems so easy now. That you are here, as am I, and that I
found
you.

Single repeat loop

Can't stop.

Also, some 2-5 min live figure drawings from last term on 18 "x 24". Hesitated about posting because...I've...improved.

The real vacation

is school.

I lose count of how many times I thought days have passed, only to find out that a mere few hours had gone by. This past week (and almost half) dragged on for years. Just under one more week to go.

And despite all this (free-ish) time, it feels like I don't have enough to want to open up and draw.