...got tired of the meme-thing on the front page so I'm switching it out.
There really isn't much to report. I sort of... broke... for a little bit. Very mopey, no energy, unable to really get it together to draw anything. Given that I had been doodling every day for the past 5-6 months to NOT be able to draw seemed very alien. When I finally had multiple images pop in to my head at once and I had to draw them out, I knew the weird spell was over.

I've got an intensive digital arts class coming up that I am both reeeeally looking forward to and kind of fearing. I know I need serious work on so, so many things but there's nothing like having somebody who draws for a living look at your stuff and go "you DO know that women's breasts don't grow out of their armpits, right?" (Something I heard an art teacher say to a student in high school during life drawing critiques, which has always stuck with me for some bizarre reason.) I expect to have whatever exists of my thin-shelled ego to be ground in to a fine mealy dust by the time it's done, with the hope that I emerge humble, aware of the learning curve, and focused on what the HELL I'm going to need to learn next. Direction and a plan are always very, very nice to have.
And honestly, I will be happy to have my poor understanding of color-theory kicked around the block a few times, because I am a masochist in that fashion.

Since I've been reading comics a LOT more often (specifically DC's NEW 52!!!1!!111!one! in spits and spurts) I just want to warn folks that it's probably going to be a LOT of fan artz as I teach myself more morphology, as well as shading in the "traditional" comic style. Scary stuff? Why yes, yes it is. Cuz I have never done that before and any forray outside the comfort zone means lots of hemming and hawing before finally getting it done.

Sketchbook Project is sort of a non-starter right now. I think if it actually made it ~in~ to my bag to go to work I would actually do something with it. But for now it's sitting there, staring at me with its non-existent eyes and whimpering "Why have you forsaken me??" It is a creepy little brown-covered bastard that way.

I think that's enough babbling for now. I think it's totally time to go hunt down ice cream and do something utterly redonkulous purely for the sake of having done the act.