Everything doesn't improve by mindlessly repeating, so sorry for you who think they will be masters of drawing by reaching a quota.
If you don't have what it takes, lower your pencil and cry or just continue doing your lame drawings.
No, it's not patience or hours invested. Take it from someone who has already done that.
Reading anatomy? Like wtf do you want to be doctor? Even if you knew how the overall gestalt of the human body by heart, it won't do jack shit if you have trembling hands.
Fuck these inktober cultists doing 31 complex drawings without pay. Later when they are hired by some anime company, they are underpaid as dog shit.
ItS MuH PaSsIoN. You know a difference between loving something and the other auto slaving because you think you will become a greatest artist ever, or worse yet, because they want to be trendy and follow the horseshit parade known as Inktober.
I knew art was always underrated. Artists don't get their respectful places, they want to saciate the expectations of some fat weeb industry who exploits them. And convince themselves they are the problem, not the underlying criminal structure.
You are no longer making art for yourself, as a catharsis, the avowal of your toughts. You are constantly forcing yourself to meet up the quality of an ever bestriding paradigm.
If you don't have what it takes, lower your pencil and cry or just continue doing your lame drawings.
No, it's not patience or hours invested. Take it from someone who has already done that.
Reading anatomy? Like wtf do you want to be doctor? Even if you knew how the overall gestalt of the human body by heart, it won't do jack shit if you have trembling hands.
Fuck these inktober cultists doing 31 complex drawings without pay. Later when they are hired by some anime company, they are underpaid as dog shit.
ItS MuH PaSsIoN. You know a difference between loving something and the other auto slaving because you think you will become a greatest artist ever, or worse yet, because they want to be trendy and follow the horseshit parade known as Inktober.
I knew art was always underrated. Artists don't get their respectful places, they want to saciate the expectations of some fat weeb industry who exploits them. And convince themselves they are the problem, not the underlying criminal structure.
You are no longer making art for yourself, as a catharsis, the avowal of your toughts. You are constantly forcing yourself to meet up the quality of an ever bestriding paradigm.
