six word autobiography: “fuck goddamnit i fucked up so bad”
guys i specifically made that sentence seven words long so someone could comment “but thats seven words” and i could say “fuck i did it again i fucked up” so we could all have a good laugh but no one said it. yall fucked up. i fucked up because i assumed yall wouldnt fuck up. everythings fucked up
i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.
1:Take a picture of your workspace.
usually just do shit around this general floor area
3:Show a thing you last drew, no matter how small or a “doodle” it is.
doodles from history class (ignore stuff in background)
9:Favorite thing to draw?
10:Least favorite thing to draw?
HANDS FUCKIN HANDS I CANT DO IT IM GETTING BETTER BUT I STILL CANT ALSO DOGS
11:Draw a pic of yourself like how you look just now.
12:Any weird artist behaviour you admit doing?
-i explain concepts a lot using vague hand gestures and stuttery sounds and get frustrated when people dont understand
- if i run out of creative fuel i need to lay down on a hard surface and stare out into an abyss in the dark while smoking to come up with anything good like it HAS to be this combination of things or else it just doesnt work