Mother f..
I just woke up.
I'm tired.
Bitchcakes, seriously.

Anyway, I regress. I just post to let people know that I am still alive, in fact. Not to much surprise, I'm not really up to any wacky shenanigans, I went to MangaNEXT a couple months back, it was a lot of fun, meeting a couple of people that I never knew before. Currently arranging plans for Katsucon and Otakon once more.

If my dear friend Cally goes to Otakon, you can probably find me buzzing around the Artists Alley, helping out. Because she's generally so flocked with people wanting to buy her lovable plushies, she can't even get food for herself, the poor thing.
Also, my legs hurt.
I like my legs. I've had them for as long as I can remember.

Back to the topics at hand, Christmas is just around the corner, everyone got their lists for Santa ready? HURRRRRRR. FUCKING LOVE SANTA CLAUS, BIG ASS BEARD AND DOESN'T AFRAID OF ANYTHING.

Really should hit myself for making a reference, but I have to get properly dressed soon and I can do it without a black eye.

LATER.

Phew, it's only been three weeks, but I've been really burning the pages of my new sketchbook.

I was just wandering around and talking to John ( ) a very talented artist, and I was just having some discussion about art, and I love how Optimistic this guy is when it comes to being creative, he really helps me turn my thoughts into good ideas and its more than I could ask for. As the story goes, the Art Teacher gave me a Sketchbook and I was thinking; "Hell, why not go back to Analogue art for a while, that would be a nice break from how much I use my Wacom Tablet"

Now, I find my 50 page sketchbook filled in on both sides of nearly every page, and I'm proud of it, and I've improved a lot just in that short period, I'm learning slowly to give life to my art, and characteristics that I never really thought of before, but I'm still having troubles getting off my habit of only drawing men.

It's a fun, and lovable thing, art. A best friend that gets more enjoyable the more you play with them. With this, it really inspires me to keep going and I could really hit a good goal of becoming a professional. I've put my all in every day. During free periods of class, and when I come home. Art, that is my one passion. I will get better, and that's a promise I intend to keep.

I still have some doubts in my mind over the quality of my art, but with the backing of a few of my friends, I really feel ready to take this all the way, and make my mark on the world of art. I don't know if my words are hollow or not, but this is what spills out of my fingers.

It's easier said than done.

Also:

Great people, I strongly recommend you check out their art sometime.
Buy a Puff Puggle or two.

Peace, people!

I'm not sure really where to start off, really.
I've been trying my best for weeks to draw non-stop, and I'm burning through the digital pages like McCain through Vietnam (Not a good thing).

Honestly, my work seems so... stiff. I really can't make a smooth, good feeling style that works with how I do. My expressions seem rather bland at times and I really seem to be at some sort of incompetence of how to change this. Makes me a little mad, makes me a little sad. Though I'm not taking it to such a level that I cannot handle myself. I can keep myself composed over annoying artistic issues for the most part, but I don't know.

I'm doing my best to research, everything through I can find of interest on DeviantArt, and I've subscribed to that inspiration magazine, ImagineFX, where every touch of a page becomes another-worldly experience of true genius!

With this, I understand. Improvement doesn't come overnight, but I've made a giant progression recently, I can respect that- but if you're someone like me, you're never satisfied. You always want to be that one step higher. The stairway that forever grows to damnation or salvation of your potential skills, and I do my best. I'm passionate, at least, I think that I am, and I wish I could pour these feelings onto the paper that I feel every day. I want to show that I can express a truly solid representation of feeling.

"You're only as good as the last piece of art."
No idea who said this. Not even the slightest clue where it came from, but it seems to haunt professionals to aspire to greater things, and it certainly has done for me, not saying that I am a professional of any kind, in my honest opinion. If I wish to be a professional, I must commit. Day and night, draw. Draw. Draw! There's no excuse not to be, and I strip myself of all other non-artistically inclined distractions. TV? I don't need that. I do enjoy a good flick every now and again, but as a Gamer, you can almost predict a sense of pessimism. Everything is shit until proven otherwise. Thats the motto of the world because "Wit's all been done before" says one Relient K. Yes. I'm quoting a band. They're artistic, right?

I feel I might be trying to do things that are out of my reach. There's nothing wrong with that, but it is stressful. It's like playing Viewtiful Joe on adult mode. Drives you to hell and back around the bend, but it leaves you with a sense of satisfaction at the end of the day and possibly a feeling of deserved emotion while you eat your dinner.

I am not the best artist in the world, and I know I'm setting my expectations a little too high, but I've always believed in as a moral that you should go withing cautiously limited extremes and use all at hand to do what you believe is worth doing, and I can say without fear of contradiction that I am not easily motivated in such a fashion.

Eh.
I'll sleep on it.
I'll feel better in the morning.

Just thought I'd use a British Phrase I was reminded of while I enjoyed myself with a game of "Conkers Bad Fur Day".
This delightful little game filled with cutesy cartoon characters and much macabre and gore, and shit.

This is amazing, no wonder it's a cult classic.

Now, I've finally gotten off my ass and uploaded some new stuff.
And yeah. I'm tired.
Going to drug myself to sleep tonight! YEAAAH.

Melatonin Town, here I come!

I have one thing to mention.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
FUCK. I. FORGOT. TO. SAVE.
First bloody thing I make in a million years and its polished to a mirrors shine.
A great digital oil-Landscape of a barren wasteland and I open up the stroke for the finishing touches on the text... "O HAY SORRY, YEAH, UM. FUCK YOU."

Crash crash crash.
Rocky had come, equipped with a gun, to shoot off the legs of his rival.
His rival it seems, had broken his dreams, by stealing the girl of his fancy.
'Er name was McGill, and she called herself Lill. But everyone knew her as Nancy.

This really fails, hard ass.
Let this be a lesson.


SAVE MOTHERFUCKER SAVE.

...And Rocky, he collapsed into the corner