"What's it going to be then, eh?"
It’s sort of strange waking up to a paralyzed left arm.
Study Sessions are time for doodles.
Just staring at pictures of my girlfriend on my computer screen and melting.
Don’t mind me or this mushiness on your dash.
Study? Draw Marceline?
(Tried making this look Adventure Time-y. WOOOOO.)
I enjoy devising intricatley entangled sleeping positions between two figures.
At The Met, pretending to be a snootie art student. It would work if I wasn’t drawing with a space themed pencil, using a polka dot eraser, a sketch book filled with crap doodles and random rambles, and if I were actually snootie. But hey, that’s how I do. “Night” by Aristide Maillol. Bronze, French (1902-9).
Doodled last night when attempting to study for anatomy. I always have the doodles (the urge to doodle) when I’m supposed to be focussing. Oh well.
