As I mess around with this blogger thing, I ask myself why am I doing it? I guess it might be for attention, I really do feel like I have something special here. But I know for a fact, that what I know in my head, is not going to come out on paper. Where I have spent hours looking at something, a viewer who glances over, will not have to same opinion as I do. So I guess I like to hear other peoples' inputs. What I'd do was that when I first started drawing, I'd come to school with my sketchbook and pass it around to friends on the bus. "What do you think of this?"
What I have been doing the past few months, is actually put something concrete down for my novel. I have about 20 pages, 3 chapters down, and like 7 scenes from there drawn. What I don't wanna do is reveal the story yet, so I'll just have parts cut out for that scene specifically. Things might end up like the pop artist, Liptenstein's work, where you will have no ideal what is going on and it's stupidly funny, but that's okay. The drawings are veery bad.
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