i'm mad that my computer is so slow that i can't use photoshop. not that i should. it's 1:30, i haven't started painting and i meet my mentor at 5. fucking shit.
Sometimes the messed up parts are the reservoir for the idea, since they sometimes bubble up without thinking the idea into extiction. Her arm also resembles a thigh, and what's weird is that as soon as your eye sees those eerie (and great) body relationships, they become the focus, instead of the blaring oddity of her mask. What did your mentor say?
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