Yeah, sure, what the hell.
Part of that Real Self Meme on FurAffinity. Stats: 5'7", 135 pounds, 34DD - 34DDD (depending on the time of the month) breasts, what's generally classified as an hourglass figure.
I've always felt that I generally draw a relatively realistic representation of myself, though I do admittedly tend to make my boobs perkier than they actually are (because gravity is awesome). Also, it's obvious that a lot of my female characters share my shape. I should look into drawing girls with different figures =p
And yes, my feet do actually look like that. I have stubby, cartoony toes.
- You Don't Know How It Feels:
okay
Apologies for the shitty scans. My scanner and Photoshop have decided to hate each other for some reason. Perhaps my scanner is jealous of my tablet?
I have been feeling very...blah about my art today. I honestly can't tell you why; I think I may have just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. All of these were drawn early this morning, not too long after midnight, which is when I seem to be drawing anymore.
I just feel like I don't have the motivation to make anything of my art -- even just for me and my friends. I have no intention of ever becoming rich and famous drawing anthropomorphic animals (or drawing anything, really) and I gave up my silly dream of being nominated for an Oscar for a short animated film long ago. I just don't get the satisfaction out of art that I used to. I can't sit down and finish or even layout a story reasonably; I have millions of ideas, hundreds of stories all bunched up in my head, and I can't finish (or in most cases, start) a single one. I love them all, but I just don't have the motivation to go anywhere with them.
This isn't a sympathy plea; this is more of a Note To Self. I just wonder if it's worth the effort, anymore. Drawing doesn't bring me the joy that it used to. Or maybe the pressures from life are finally getting to me, and stressing me out in a way that makes drawing irritating? I'm not sure.
I don't want to be this person anymore, though.
- You Don't Know How It Feels:
gloomy
School is driving me crazy. One week to go.
Lack of a job -- or any immediate chance of a job -- is driving me crazy. I'm trying to channel it into creativity and art (this week has been really good, art-wise) but my desire to escape this apartment right now is really, really strong. I'm very glad I have work tomorrow morning. Though it's only for 4 hours and it's like two miles away. But still. Maybe we'll go driving tomorrow afternoon.
Lack of money is driving me crazy. Obviously this has something to do with the lack of a job thing. We're getting by okay, and I honestly don't mind living on peanut butter sandwiches, but it's frustrating not being able to do stuff.
My life is driving me crazy right now.
I have discovered, though, that I like drawing myself as a purple dragon. Though I forgot my tiny wings! Still getting used to the new form, I guess.
- You Don't Know How It Feels:
anxious
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