| I have a competition in me. |
[Feb. 4th, 2008|12:24 am] |
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Today has lasted forever and been far too short, both at once.
Bleah, existential heartache.
I spent a lot of today being angry with my own slack. My trouble is that I can draw like the dickens, but due to laziness and apathy I'm turning out mediocre work. (Comics, that is.) Well, mediocre compared to what I know I'm capable of.
Roadsong 3 is on schedule, and will be all over by the end of this month. After that I'm turning over a new leaf, I swear I am. No more feeling angry, I'm gonna do right by me.
Oh hey... and I got to see my much-anticipated There Will Be Blood last night. It was highly ambiguous and I don't think I understood everything... but that's okay. I seem to have really really liked it, and I can't stop thinking about it. I have such a thing for those tragic, never happy, never satisfied, ruthlessly competitive characters. (...Also for Daniel Day-Lewis in a moustache. Mr. Day-Lewis is basically your daddy, and I won't listen to any arguments on the matter.)
What is it with me, always identifying with the forces of evil?
That said, here's a sketch of my latest imaginary friend.
He's been knocking about in my brain for two weeks... I'm eerily obsessed. He insists his name is Hydra.
Oh, and while I was doodling this in my favorite coffee shop, a man stopped and asked if I was designing clothes. Weird.
EDIT: Gonna try x-posting in IJ for awhile to see how it goes... or to see if I can remember to keep it up. |
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