OKAY, ARTISTIC SELF. WHAT’S YOUR DEAL.
I told you that I want to draw an intense portrait of Danny and replace the annoying and poor composition of the image that’s up now!
And what do you give me? Like, twenty crappy sketches and then one sappy image of Danny and Ingrid that I didn’t actually want to do that works well.
That’s my question: why, while I claim to be soooooooooo not into romance and resent its prominence in storytelling, DO I END UP DOING SO MANY FREAKING SAPPY PICTURES.
UGH.
I was trying to be profound with that stupid Danny portrait and IT DIDN’T WORK. AND YET. THIS STUPID PIECE OF CRAP IS CUTE.
Oh, crap. I figured it out. It’s because I’m so relationship-oriented. So I find it much easier to depict people interacting than I do to depict someone interacting with an audience (although I just realized that could be an approach and I certainly haven’t tried to be deliberate with that yet), and romance happens to be basically an intense and passionate form of interaction.
POOP. ROMANCE, YOU’RE SCREWING ME OVER.
