World recreated in words.
Having just finished another page on my sketchbook with acrylic paint markers, I flipped back to the first page I did when the markers were new. It seems that a lot of people like to diss their own past works, especially if they're younger, but putting down yourself is really not the way. I like seeing where I started and how much I've grown. One noticeable thing is how looser I'd gotten. The…
It's never the failed drawings that frustrate me.
Today's me is composed of yesterday's me and last year's me, but I don't have to keep pretending they're still calling the shots.
What happened?
By posing it as a "but I" problems, we often frame it as something beyond our control, and/or set in stone.
It just dawned on me that today, many people's encounters with manga are online on their screens.
Not Aunt Jo's.
If was already awake at this ungodly hour (in the weekend nonetheless), I would actually go out even if that meant sketching alone, dammit.
At least make the fonts bigger, dammit.
The snake eating its own tail.