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.
And also, I'm in your facebooks, reportin' your fakes. Why? The same reason you create them — CUZ I WANNAH! But seriously I'm just outraged by the horrific amount of fake celebrities out there. Not only Gorillaz, Jamies and Damons, whenever I see a fake celebrity I report them, ALL OF THEM (or at least those who pop up in my friend suggestion list). Deal with it kids: facebook is not your roleplaying platform, especially when it comes to real living people. This is against the terms of use AND goes against the ethics. If somebody impersonated me, I wouldn't be happy, yanno? So beware, fake Gorillaz, their fake husbands and wives, and of course, children — `cause whenever I stumble upon a fictional facebook account, I report it.


I hope to post some stuffz in May, not certain about the exact date, though. Keep an eye on me, alright?

Cheers,
--Rocky