2006 - Brushpen, a limited handful o'Dr.Ph.Martin's dyes, and some white colored pencil.
Made by just looking at a crap thumbnail, in a rush around dawn for 3 hours up until class which it was due. I just wasn't that into the assignment at the time/ wanted to do an artnouveau-like illustration which included A LOT more blatant ganja theme but HAHAHA no, not for an assignment for a class at SCAD! Mreh. I also so could've used adderall while I was still in school. THAT IS TRUTH.
Admittedly--I CAN'T HELP BUT loathe the shit I come up with when rushed and pressed for time even if it's my own damn fault, and/but it's something you learn from, so uh yeah here gross.
Made by just looking at a crap thumbnail, in a rush around dawn for 3 hours up until class which it was due. I just wasn't that into the assignment at the time/ wanted to do an artnouveau-like illustration which included A LOT more blatant ganja theme but HAHAHA no, not for an assignment for a class at SCAD! Mreh. I also so could've used adderall while I was still in school. THAT IS TRUTH.
Admittedly--I CAN'T HELP BUT loathe the shit I come up with when rushed and pressed for time even if it's my own damn fault, and/but it's something you learn from, so uh yeah here gross.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Human
Species Newt
Size 507 x 660px
File Size 221.2 kB
sleep deprivation and other high-stress induced states have historically always been a great boon for artists/ a method to the maaaaaadnesss
but yeah
my fingers almost quit on me and wouldn't work hours after
next time I'll just use drugs to feel motivated/ pressured to get it done cuz jeeeeeez
but yeah
my fingers almost quit on me and wouldn't work hours after
next time I'll just use drugs to feel motivated/ pressured to get it done cuz jeeeeeez
I now the feeling of rushing projects for class. I end up feeling like ass, even if it got a decent grade. I think it's the guilt of not spending time and care into a piece. It's weirdly uncomfortable.
I'd dread my hair, but then I'd be plagued by cops and security types suspecting me of having herb on my person, over and over. You did a sweet job on the locks, I dig all that texture.
I'd dread my hair, but then I'd be plagued by cops and security types suspecting me of having herb on my person, over and over. You did a sweet job on the locks, I dig all that texture.
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