And so on, my biggest problem is drawing chicks........or females or w/e the preferred nomenclature these days. That said, my wife made a comment the other day that simply resonated in my head for hours about how shy and conservative she can be, and bam - my hand and the two muses made this baby in my head:
I thin it came out alright - but as always, I was already sick of it in a few hours. Can't help it. 5 minutes after I finish a piece, I think I'm the best artist in the world. But when I look at the same piece after a little while, I think I'm a complete asshole that doesn't have the first right to draw. It's a driver I guess.
Funny thing though - the person who commented who provided half of the impetus for this piece hales after almost 3 years of silence. It's pretty f'ing crazy how time flies. Especially among friends. If I haven't mentioned it in an earlier post, I'm a very extroverted and friendly guy - well that's how I am on the outside anyway - but I don't makes friends easily. That is, I don't accept every f'ing retard into my life that does nothing but talk about sports and the latest porn sites - not to get all high and mighty, but I like my company to have certain blend of wit and disdain for society - it makes for some interesting conversations - and fashion statements at times.
3 years huh? Fuck. In 3 years I've advanced 3 times professionally, finished college, got married, got a dog, become even more distant with my family, re-discovered my passion for art, downloaded god-knows-how-many songs, seen about a billion movies, drank over 1,000 beers, and also developed quite the fondness for scotch - actually that fondness has been around for a lot longer, but I can afford a lot more of it now thanks to that professional advancement schtick.
But 3 years - makes you realize how fragile relationships can be, and makes you appreciate all the more the ones that have gone the distance.
Or not.
- m -
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