for me, "artistic freedom" is not a permission slip to do what you want. artistic freedom is being able to do what you want to do. three-four years ago i was drawing and painting abstract things all the time. not because i wanted to, but because i wasn't able to do anything else. i didn't know how to draw.
    we had a discussion about this on the first year of the art school i'm currently in: doing things in a certain way, not because you want to do them like that but because you don't know how to do them in any other way. painting abstract paintings - not because you want to be "an abstract painter" but simply because whenever you try to do anything representational, it looks like it's done by a seven-year-old.
    that is not artistic freedom, that is an artistic jail.
    artist never needs anyone's permission. there are no rules. but there are limits: the limits of your own skills.
    but they can be pushed further. and further.
    all it takes is practice.


we're drawing with ink at school.
i may be about to find an inner peace of some sort now that i decided that ink IS NOT A FUCKING PAINT which means that WE DON'T SPLASH WATER ALL OVER but draw nicely. and then add the grey shades when needed.


i got a drawing tablet on my hands, it's been so long since last time, i was so happy i drew a biking bear with a fez.



(the newest video of kyary is great, i listened it on repeat while making this gif)

i scanned yesterday the most important parts of everything i drew in the summer.
there will be updates.

i'm so cute i can't handle it

a bit of history

i'm on holiday so i don't officially update the blog for a couple months. but this is essential: on rummaging my laptop i found pictures of pimped-up my little ponies that i made back in senior high.

so cute.


these were drawn last august as a part of a plein air painting course