Sketching on foolscap paper is even more painful than I remember it to be.
Fun and productive alternative to watching Andy Warhol documentaries for three hours. I just really like owls ok? Owls and Derwent graphite pencils.
Some rough sketches from my studio art class + boredom-induced scribbling at home. reference drawing was never my forte but a month or so of practice has paid off so far. the annotated sketches from class are particularly hard on the eyes as I wasn’t allowed to use an eraser in spite of how many glaring mistakes I made, with the added consequence of accidental dark lines lending to crappy inaccurate shading.
additionally, I’ve been trialing a new grip ever since being told by doctors that my awkward claw-like pencil hold is damaging the tissue in my right hand; when I first started using it about four months ago it was a nightmare, I felt as though I had no control over my pen. it’s been easier lately though, and I’m starting to welcome the fluidity that such a (relatively) loose grip brings as it does help with sketching.
I’ve also been recently inspired to achieve perfect ambidexterity… because here is what drawing with my non-dominant hand yields:
Hopefully posting this will be useful in documenting my progress. next artistic weakness for me to attempt to abolish: perspective.
Somehow I don’t think this is who my boyfriend had in mind when he asked me to draw a picture of Morrigan.
My favourite pair of tights ft. my favourite pair of shoes.
had my lip pierced. I didn’t expect it to suit my face this well so I’m pretty happy with it. feel free to euthanise me if I start contemplating snakebites.
this jumper = a prime example of that one rare pleasing floral pattern. it was also one of those (equally rare) decent “needle in a haystack” (or rather, golden glint in a pile of cow shit) finds in an otherwise terrible clothing store geared at pre-teens with more spending money than I have.
