I woke up this morning with the plan of what I was going to draw: Fang distressed over wildly hysterical fan-girls, screaming out to him while I support him and stick to his side. I said to myself, "This'll explain Fang's drama life on IMVU." And that was my point since Fang deals with a large amount of weirdos who are mostly girls. They're either obsessed with him or want him to go burn in Hell. It's nuts! I can't fathom it. That's why I decided to draw out how I felt. I was motivated by crazies.
At first, I was thinking of tracing; either our faces or our avatars faces. I couldn't get it to look right. I told myself, "I don't know if I can do this!" With my motivation dispersing, I felt doubtful in completing ANY art piece in the future. I thought my WACOM Bamboo Tablet would sit there and capture dust.
I proved that theory wrong.
I didn't look at anything while drawing this picture. I just... scribbled! I thought it wouldn't turn out as amazing! I thought it was going to be scratch paper!
Nope.
I made an astounding piece of work that even blew me away. Fang AND Mason were speechless! They were totally wowed by what I had accomplished. Fang couldn't thank me enough.
The rest of my day was fine. Hot. Relaxing. Same ol' stuff. Tomorrow... I guess we'll see.
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