RUUUUUAAAAAAAWWWWKKK

Love... And there was something about the way she smiled and laughed that had a lasting impression upon me. I was no longer dreaming about what might happen that night under the moon, I was now captured by the moment. Her laughter touched my soul, and I felt the need to keep her laughing, to keep that smile on her beautiful face. There were no butterflies in my stomach, instead I found myself swelling with a deep and profound joy... Crud... I think I'm falling in love.

Used some older techniques I was taught in this drawing.

just practicing soft contrast

time is way off.

ref was used but I wasn't trying to draw the ref. I just need to look at something with soft contrast.
It looked better before i started playing aroung with it and redrawing it, but this looks ok too I guess.

Break

Always wanted to draw something like this but never really tried until now.

You think that's healing that you're feeling? That pain in the depths of your chest that lingers throughout the day, you know what that is? Make no mistake, it's not healing, it's not creation, it's death. That's right, death. Cold and barren of anything resembling life, that is what you're feeling. The death of what was and what could have been, the death of possibility, the death of opportunity and the death of unity. The choice is to feed the virus, to let it consume something beautiful and right. This is the correct path? I don't think so, no, not at all.

Taking a break~ I'm sleepy~~~ @___@

Build it, tear it apart, then build it stronger. Mold it to satisfaction and shape it to fit. Oh good, your canvas is ready. Now feed your canvas with paint, don't be stingy, your canvas is starving for the stroke of your brush. Feed the canvas with all your want, all your need and all your love. Your painting is growing larger, stronger and more complex. You're a rather good artist, did you know that? I better not say that, you'll get a big head, okay, back to painting. Keep those brush strokes true and build a relationship with your creation. Oh joy, your painting is nearly complete. So much work was this painting, what will come of your labor of love? But, wait, what's this? Something just isn't right with this painting. Hmm, this painting has no future in your art gallery, then again, it never really did, it was just another disposable painting. Another stepping stone to better your craft. So close to perfection, it had potential and could easily be reworked, it obviously craves your attention. But yanno, it would be much easier to just start a new painting. Surely you can paint a better one. Oi vey, look at this studio, it's getting rather crowded, perhaps it's best you burn your 'disposable painting', you need the room for more important things. Set that painting ablaze! Well done, all gone. Ah yes, that's better, now we have room to paint our true vision.

Zing!