Alrighty, live from our cheapo 7-11 grid pocket sketchbook, a little Alexis Blight, with neato eyebrows, caked with as many artistic doohickies I could jam onto the paper, including Copics and my lame-o white out.
An appeal of the cheapie stuff is that it makes you less afraid of ruining a piece and just think, "Meh, let's see what happens," which I feel is something I need to be less precious about art. Drawing live in pen also ironically helps embolden you. Just make a choice and deal with it. Go with it. Think about it if you want, but just do it. You idiot.
So I just went with a risky move I felt wouldn't be correct--adding a much lighter color tint on top of the generally finished base, and well, I messed it up, so I had to coat everything over with the color to smooth out the color-warping.
Still not a Copic scientist after all these years but at least at this point I knew in my gut that color layer was a bad idea. But meh, wanted to see what would happen.
This was the cover image of that old file I found the other day. I believe it was originally for some worksheet I made, and then I mashed them all together for some new game.
Out of curiosity about whether I'd posted all of these images, I went crawling around the Removal archives...so many memories in the old art I came across. I don't take photos of myself (aside from like references for hands and stuff), and I haven't really taken photos of people since college...so everything is wrapped up in these old drawings I've posted on this site over the years--we're closing in on ten years, aren't we? I saw this one, for instance and felt so strange...nostalgic, sad, I dunno.
I'd say I have difficulty being warm verbally. But I express my love for people with art. Just seeing old posts, and all the hidden meaning behind the art I can't express otherwise. Seeing people happy through my art. Making people happy through my art.