
Drawing of a coworkers grandson. Certainly not my best piece, since I had to magnify it by eye about 500% from a tiny picture, but it’s the only full drawing of a person I haven’t lost.
The nightmare I seldom have but when I do, I sleep walk, hallucinate, shake violently, run around the house wondering whether I’m awake or dreaming, have breathing difficulties, and fell chased and trapped. I usually wake up covered in blood or on the bathroom floor with the door locked.
This drawing will be very strange. And very messy.

Horse I drew awhile ago. My eraser fucked some of it up but I couldn’t fix it unfortunately. Oh well.
Also tumblr killed the quality :(
High res here
Give me some ideas. I’m at a blank. Feel free to be as specific or as vague as you want. You can send me pictures of whatever. Just somehow, give me ideas. Only thing I won’t even consider drawing, is dogs. And I can’t draw cartoons to save my life. How about it, tumblr?
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Close up of his eye. Since that’s the only thing I really cared about working on, haha.
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My ginger bearded spacers friend whom everybody loves to reblog. But in pencil form. Only really worked on the eye on this one.
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Day 13: Three confessions of your choice.
1. I draw. Doesn’t seem like much of a confession but I don’t tell people about it much. I know I’m not bad at drawing but I hate the attention. The owl is drawn by me two or three years ago. I don’t draw often because I don’t get inspired often and life bores me. One of the only reasons it gets brought up is because I dislike when people brag about things and tell everyone they’re better than everyone else at something, especially because 90% of the time people who do that suck and I get mad about it.
2. I used to be in to some pretty bad shit. Including cutting. Which I don’t regret because it taught me a lot but it still effects me even though it’s been like 4 years since I’ve done it. So if anyone reads this and is thinking about doing it.. Don’t. The addiction to it will haunt you for the rest of your life and you’ll come to regret the scars. It sucks when people ask you what they’re from. Especially for me because I hate lying so I usually just tell people what they’re from and then it’s just awkward.
3. I’m really overly emotional and overly sensitive and I get angry very easily. It’s really socially crippling. I pick up on things easily and certain things really get to me more than they should. I’m super emotional and that makes relationships (especially romantic ones) extremely difficult.