I have it. It's a sign. It's time to post something. ._____.
First of all, creative news: the next year will be the last one in college. Over those years I've wasted quite a few hours going to lectures about something I won't ever need in real life (or already know, like grammar); so one more month and we'll be done with them. And only the last year will be all about art and only art — which is the reason I joined the college. How ironic.
Meanwhile, I'm working on the portfolio, because when it comes to commissions, Gorillaz fan art obviously isn't enough for a proper self-advertisement. So, uh, I am not leaving dA, but pardon me if I ignore your messages now and then.
I am a bit disappointed by the polymer clay and the excess of it all over the internet (ZOMGbuymyawsumstuffzplzzzz!!!!11) so I switched to woodworking. Luckily my father's legacy includes a whole toolbox perfect for it. And wood proved to be very flexible and responsive material. I like wood.
Consider an idea of BJD or porcelain casting, maybe later.
Now — TO RANTS!
As I already know people hate it when I stop drawing cool pics and start expressing my opinion instead. That's okay, they do in real life as well. For some reasons I supposedly should pull an okay-face and try to please everyone. But in fact, you know, a few months ago I realised how much tired I am of caring about everyone. I can be everyone, but everyone is not me. It should not be like that. I shouldn't worry what they would think about my looks, my attitude or personal preferences; my way of communication, my relationships with Gorillaz, is Nora my self-insertion or not, or am I a wasted talent because I have zero original artworks.
I quit a few groups because I'm tired of scrolling through miles and miles of creepy stuff I never subscribed for. You know how it is. You join the group expecting some HQ artworks and what you actually see is blood-chilling shit approved by tolerant moderators. I'm out of it! I don't understand why I have to use 42 muscles in my face to curl my lips at a horrible drawing while I could have used only three muscles of my arm to punch its creator! Enough. Go to Hell.
I hope to post some stuffz in May, not certain about the exact date, though. Keep an eye on me, alright?