OH MY GOD A FLYING WATCH.

Nevermind that.

So yeah, another draw-this-again deal. Cos I felt like it. I do believe I've improved, sooomewhat. I remember when I had done the old one being rather happy with it. Well, I'm not anymore but that would be sad if I was.

That being said, then and now I want and wanted to have a blockier, angular style, more Jhonen Vasquez-y if you will. At the time, I wasn't that far away, now that I look back at it. Some of the paint drawings I made still hold up today in my opinion, merely because they have a style that I have, simply, lost.

When I started drawing, I didn't give much of a fuck about what I was doing, my style was almost entirely my own, my influences were dim, so dim I didn't know they drove my lines. I'm not even sure they did, maybe it was all me.

But then, when I took it all just a bit more seriously, I realised I wasn't very good, randomness made me do things I liked but there was not much pride to be had from uncontrollable results. So I tried to improve, but it led to mixed results. It didn't look the way I wanted and it wasn't even good as a random result like before. It was just ugly, because I sucked.

Thus, for a while, I searched for a style I'd love and I'd be able to reproduce. I do have that now. I believe my drawings have that something about them that makes them my own. Yet I never found my style. It just happened on its own as I was simply trying not to suck at drawing. I can pinpoint when it happened, I just had not realised it then that what I was doing would remain, wether I wanted it or not.

Since then I have tried to change my style a bit, again, to make it more angular, but it came back round all the same. It just happened and now I'm stuck with it.

Oh well.