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Now I look very weird, indeed, as this photo is very, very old. Talk about creepy! But the thing is, you really do begin to appreciate another person's features when you draw them. Something I deeply enjoyed drawing here was Steve's legs and his shoulders and arms. I never go far enough to draw them in a semi-realistic or closer-to-real way. Either way, I'm enamoured with how majestic this pic is - so I really wanted to draw Steve with similar energy and maybe change it a little. Not much was changed, but I do notice that you see more beauty in people when you draw them as they are and try to make it legible.
This isn't the first time I learnt this, though. I actually learnt this while drawing a nude picture of myself - where all my self-harm scars were visible alongside natural features like speckles of brown dots upon my skin, my stretchmarks, the creases in my skin where parts of my body move and all that. I don't know why I'm talking about this - humans are gorgeous creatures, I guess. When the world started to become ugly, drawing Steve reminded me that the world and all of us who live in it are beautiful. Or some bullshit like that.
Anyways, love yourselves and others. You're all gorgeous, yeah?
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it's a song title. i couldn't stop hearing it in my head.
I mean... I guess I do look like this when talking about topics of things that make me happy.
I can't sleep. Take this.
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