Hello people of the internet who read this tiny little blog. (Glad you’re here. Salutations.)
Recently I’ve been moving this blog in the direction of a more personal/lifestyle/idk themed blog. I originally started this as a writing blog, and there will still be a lot of those posts. But now there’s a lifestyle vibe to it. (Does anyone still use the word vibe? I like it.)
A little while ago, I published a post on perfectionism. This is kind of a follow-up, but not really post. (I actually had this idea before the perfectionism one, but haven’t written it.)
I have a lot of unfinished sketchbooks.
Some are filled half way, some only have a few pages filled, and some are missing pages.
The reason is this: I get upset at myself for not creating quality art, and cannot stand to look at it anymore. So after I get a decent way into a sketchbook, I get frustrated at the old, bad drawings, and have to start a new one.
I have this idea of a perfect sketchbook. Each page is filled with sketches, but they’re actually good sketches. Faces have the correct proportions, hands look like hands, and each piece makes you feel something. (Besides apathy and this-is-terribleness.)
I’ve always been a little upset that I am not great at the math/science side of things. I can do it, but it doesn’t come naturally, and I procrastinate. Continue reading