My addictions are Arabian horses, Anime, drawing, and following various fandoms and online artists.
gf: babe come over
me (a lawnmower) : no i cant im cutting the grass and you live in the sky
gf: my parents are out
Lately it seems as if my riding is going backwards and I just can’t get it together. My horse starts doing this hopping thing at the trot that feels like he’s going to buck and I get scared and can’t physically make my body push him forward into the contact he needs to make him balance. I’m sure my trainers pissed but I’m like retarded scared for some reason and I can’t seem to overcome it. It’s like all this money I’m spending so for nothing and I should have just gotten out of horses all together last year. I’m afraid to ride and I don’t think I will ever get over it.
Blergh to sketchbooks. I don’t keep one.
You know those people, those people who are like “oh, here’s my sketchbook, it’s nothing special” and you open it, and it’s like the entire Urban Outfitters graphic design team came together to carefully organize cutesy doodles, random nonsensical phrases, whimsical hand-written typography, and elaborate illustrations with pristine cross-hatching — page after page into an impossibly hipster but still really quite attractive looking leather-bound masterpiece?
a) Those people are witches and b) I could not be further from that.
My sketches are garbage and often on garbage, like literally on the backs of old invoices or Amazon packing slips. They’re disposable snapshots to commit an idea to memory before I sit down to make something substantial. When I “sketch” it’s almost always with intent to build a final piece on top of said sketch. I gain nothing from sketchbooks because to me they serve more as a cool way of carefully orchestrating and organizing pseudo-process, instead of actually being process. Process is ugly and every sketchbook I was forced to keep in school was too. I think you should create a TON, make good shit and shitty shit, and make a lot of it, I just personally find a sketchbook to be an incredibly stressful way to do that.