One thing that I really dislike about myself is that I don’t have a style. I get really het up about it. I mean, I can draw ‘realistically’, if I’m given more than a pencil. Not a fan of pencil. But I mean, pen and ink, or paint, and I can do it. So shouldn’t that equate to being able to just, you know, draw stuff? Apparently not. I need to do life drawing again. I’m no good with anything in particular and there are so many ways of making illustration that I’m lost. I think I’ve lost my touch a little bit. I spend so much time fawning over other people’s stuff and getting sad about not being so good that I’ve forgotten what it was that made my work decent ish in the first place. I’m kind of depressed. I just don’t know where to start again. I’m just desperate to find the way of working that both suits me and looks fresh and new and different.
my vintage tartan shorts finally fit me yayayayayay I have longed for this day in the knowledge that they weren’t a silly purchase
Anonymous asked: Do you like red dresses?
I only have one so I’m not sure. You can’t wear black to a wedding though.
I’m tired and irritable and frustrated at myself for not doing anything with my time and for running out of money and being a huge dickhead.
