So this drawing of Boyfriend happened last night. Forgive its crappiness. I haven’t drawn from life in months!!
So when I bought this sketchbook at comic con because I was so excited, it was so pretty and clean, and I was so inspired by all the energy of the con, so I sat in a corner and took 15 minutes out of my day to scribble this bitty out.
sometimes I look at other peoples art and I cry
then I realize I haven’t made art in months
and then I cry more
and then I hate myself
did I say “sometimes?”
sorry I meant always.
see how i forget draw, i forget draw so much, who are you??? come to me so we be friends always (and forgive me if we are already friends, i am bad with faces). also english is hard when so tired wow so tired whoww
so this really happened today at a concert
btw i forget how draw
This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to draw while drunk.
Sherlock on a leash is like my biggest guilty pleasure right now, okay.
“John, stop it. I’m finding it hard not to take advantage of you in this state.”
“Oh, please. You know I’d love it if you did.”
Why do I even do what I do? I have nothing useful to contribute to society. I have nothing new to say to the world. I can’t even stand behind my own artwork because I don’t know what I believe in. Maybe that’s what my work’s about. Uncertainty. Is that all I’m about, though? The uncertainty of life and belief and the triviality of the way we all live? Maybe it is. Maybe that’s my freaking artist’s statement right there. Sigh.
My one-hour-painting exercise for the day. All scratchy and gross looking, just the way I like it. I may do another one later. I’m having way too much fun forcing myself to stop. God, I really love restrictions, don’t I…
Whoops. It’s after 4am, and another little one-hour painting exercise has happened. I would apologize for drawing Frankenstein’s Monster nonstop, but I’m not even sorry. Benedict Cumberbatch’s performance was unbelievable, and deserving of any and all attention I can give it. Fuck drawing, man. I am of the school of thought that color is better and more important than drawing. (Let me also remind you that I am generally an abstract painter. As though that will somehow relieve me of my faults. Idk.)