Practice, practice.

Since my man is now, basically, a Graduate student, we had a delicious celebratory dinner, followed by recreational activities and yummy lemon cake. Then we posed and drew and painted/are still doing those things. Here's some of my shit.


The arm is off, but I love all the lines that I didn't want to try and fix it/can't think of any way to fix it... Blah blah blah. I will just stare it for a few days and then do something about it. I don't know.

Oh, and here I am. Looking like an artist? Merp.


Anyways, I should go to bed. I have to get up early and work all day and whatever.