So, the weirdest damn thing happened. See, I've been trying to draw since I was a kid, and the GIR drive doesn't count...Under those dozens of layers of paint are at least a thousand massive fuck-ups and re-draws you can't see. I layered and kept covering mistakes and I'm surprised that thing isn't a 1/2 inch thicker with all the paint that's on it.
Even my family remembers me, as a kid, having wads of paper strewn across my room like a frustrated poet from trying, so diligently, to learn to draw, and this went on until I was about 13 when I finally gave up, lost interest, started chasing boys, getting into mischief, and the normal shit you do at that age.
Fast forward to last year and I decided to try my hand at it again. Fail. Then, a while back, we were at a friends' house and I was looking through an anime drawing book there, and it was gifted to me. I really took it just to be polite, but when I got home I decided to give it one last shot and this is what happened:
This last one is the very first one I did.
Weird, huh? I'm stoked about it though. I can't seem to draw anything else, just anime, but I'm totally cool with that and intend to keep practicing. The Wookie said I'd just finally hit a learning curve, probably because of all the crafts I do...I guess he's right, so WHEE LEARNING CURVES!
Have you ever tried for ages at something and fail only to wake up one day and nail that shit?