46 images in one night to be exact. This was drawn a couple of nights ago, after thinking just how much my glaceon has changed over the years. Sometimes I get really quite self conscious that a lot of what I do is just draw them. That my versatility is poor and quality drops off when not drawing The Boy - but this evening showed me that I do have my moments? Plus with being more of a hobbyist than a professional, isn't it natural to just want to draw what you want.. and if that's your own creation, and making them happy etcetera? Is there really such ill willl in that?

I've changed a lot since I started drawing seriously a few years ago, no doubt I still will in the future. I have a lot to learn, there's so many fantastic inspirations out there, but the fact that I can just express myself, and it feel cathartic instead of stressful,it's such a huge leap forwards for me.

If anything I guess that that's inspiration in itself. This shit is hard work, and emphasis on work, I've only ever made improvements when consciously seeking them out, and I still have much to make out of this hobby - but I like where I am now. Things are nice, the ice is nice too.

That's all for this evening, maybe see you next year.. maybe sooner, maybe not.

Sorry for your inboxes <3