O-oh h-hey therrrre, Tumblrrr… baby, sweetie, angel.
It’s not that I didn’t think of you, honest. I just, had a lot on my plate. You know how it gets. Hah haha… hah… hah… ha.
Seriously though, I haven’t updated in a month+, oops. Honestly, life has just had me really down and out. And I’ve spent the better part of the last two hours struggling not to puke my brains out. Augh.
Actually, this post here simultaneously celebrates my 100th post, and my 20th follower. These are pretty much nothing to most of you, but that’s a really big deal to me, so, really, thank you. I mean it. I sincerely hope you all stay with me. <3
I’d held off so long because I kept, I don’t know. I kept wanting to post something special. Some amazing, thought provoking piece that said, ‘I’m here, I’m an artist!’, and when my birthday rolled past a few weeks ago (turned 24 on Feb 28th) and that magical art piece hadn’t happened, it created a really dark funk inside me.
My home life’s been really rough and my health not much better and it’s harder to motivate to do much of anything when you feel really low and deep, down, down in the dirt.
It isn’t much, but I thought I could breathe life into myself again with some art venting. These are the first images I’ve had to flow to me in the longest while where I wasn’t agonized, caught up in, ‘is this gallery/tumblr worthy? Is it honestly any good? Am I wasting my time? Oh, it’s probably not very good. Ugh, that anatomy is all wrong. Why didn’t I reference better? Agh, this isn’t how it looks in the reference. Why can’t I ever draw creatively and straight from my head?’
Silly kitty, you’re allergic to milk. Guess that’s why you’re living dangerously.
=A= The next thing will be something decent, finished, and better. I swear. Just scribbled this up and I liked it and since I didn’t have anything else to throw up, why not?
Just a stupid, five minute, ‘in no uncertain terms’, doodle for my husband. >_>; I love that stupid tanktop. It always creates the illusion of reasonable cleavage (of which I have none).
I have an unreasonable amount of hair (think 3’1” + of hair). So it’s a bit of a running gag that is sentient/I have magic control over it. I like to doodle it sometimes. z_z
It is also fickle. It is utterly straight some days, and a nightmare of frizz and curls the next. Overall it starts with a straight curve downward then turns into ringlets a little bit past my face. It was curlier before it was so long. I think it’s too heavy and that straightens it. One side is also considerably curlier/wavier than the other side (which looks quite straight in comparison). oO; It… it’s very odd. I’m toying with the idea of playing it up more in future and more serious self-portraits. What do you think?
This. This is really my favourite photo of her in the entire universe.
Yes, it’s overcast and dark. I don’t really care. It’s my baby.
I’ve been calling her name in my sleep, lately. Isn’t that weird? She hasn’t lived with us in a few years now, but when Gabe wakes me up with his misbehaving lately, I keep calling him by her name. Mmm.
I miss you, Bean.
(Sabrina/Bean/Bina/BunaBuna photo (c) Matt Kidd http://chuuch.tumblr.com/ )
So, I’ve been under the weather lately (read: Feeling like absolute GARBAGE and not wanting to leave my bed come hell or high water), so I haven’t so much as thought about art.
My few attempts have ended in fantastic headache/nausea sessions, and yeah. >O>;;
But as always, husbandface has been an absolute trooper and catering to my beck and call. ;A; So i spent a whopping ten minutes on this for him. <3
Secretly, my husband is an angry fox.
Continuing that train of thought, this little warmup was scribbled today. >w<
I’ve been tentatively calling her ‘Priss’. I imagine her as a well-to-do housecat who has no idea how the world works. She has also doesn’t realize that the ‘diamonds’ in her collar are just dollar store gems or that the ‘gourmet meals’ she noms come from a $0.50 tin, haha.
It was time to get some art back on this blog! :C
So, during the internet blackout last Wednesday, I scribbled some stupid warmups before I worked. This was a personal favourite.~
For kicks, Matt also slapped some colours on her really quickly xD; 
So, this is a thing I made tonight that I am going to flesh out because it is too ridiculous not to.
Surfbear is all Matt’s fault.
Colours to be reworked.
Something is wrong with me, yo.
Having one of those ‘can’t seem to win’ days. Or weeks. Bleh.
Three guesses what we hung. »; *cough*
