Over the course of the past week or so, I've been archiving a veritable mountain of things I've drawn since I was in elementary school, trying to organize by date as best as possible. (The oldest ones aren't marked at all...)
It's an odd experience, embarrassing at times.
But it gets me thinking.
It's an odd experience, embarrassing at times.
But it gets me thinking.
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It's produced a style that feels stuck in an odd, awkward gap between the two.
Probably not doing the best job explaining myself here, though.