Man, ive been drawing a lot recently, not only drawing but inking and i guess experimenting new ways to adapt what i see into paper, make it look more dynamic.
Lots of it has to do with the fact that i'm starting a comic...but it has been a while since i have done this, so im out of practice, and maybe i have read too many comics and i am overthininking on stuff that i should do, asking myself, "does this panneling serve a better purpose this way?" or check, double-check and triple check the arrangements of the figures so it follows a more....uuuh seamless storytelling...i know, too much work for something i'm not getting paid to do, but i just want it to look good, leave a lasting impression.
Anyways, what kind of man would i be if i didnt have the same hubris as the greek gods who nearly destroyed themselves pursuing their mad passions? the answer is NO MAN AT ALL! A FUCKING MOUSE, A MOUSE!!! (i read somewhere and its a bit off topic, that men could never understand the feelings of the gods, only because men have only an inkling of an idea of what a real feeling is...as opposed to the gods who allowed themselves to fully understand their pettyness, their passions and lusts)
anyway...amborsia to the greek gods, may it warm the ichor, and may they live in the hubris that brings downfall...and for me? beer for me, may it intoxicate me and make my brain rattle like tic-tacs. Oh and may the muses fall down from olympus (i need all of 'em) so i can continue drawing
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