SocioApathetic

I have recently been dabbling in different mediums, trying to find the most suitable one for me that would bring a little color into my drawings. I think at some point in the past, I had given up hope and settled for charcoal and graphite because when trying to use soft pastels, I would mostly use black and red. If you have ever used soft pastels and are the kind of person who likes to get your hands dirty, you would know that your pastel-covered hands like to get everything else dirty as well. So after completing whatever I was working on, the real piece of work would catch me off-guard in the mirror and I would have to marvel at how I somehow managed to inadvertently transform myself into a battered, retarded hobo-Joker sans the green hair (although I am fairly certain that could have been arranged had I used some green).

My next attempt was colored pencils and though I enjoyed it at first, I had flashbacks to when I was five years-old, being yelled at by my teacher because I could not draw a kite properly. In retrospect, I really wish I could have told her to take my ambiguously drawn rhomboidal object and shove it up her puckered private-school teaching ass. No, I'm not bitter.
Colored pencils are fantastic but they do not give me the desired vibrancy of life that I need in my drawings.



Finally, I decided to try a medium I hadn't tried since I was about three years-old. The difference this time around is that the outcome was more brilliant than I could have imagined. That, and I also did not try to eat the medium.

Behold. The beauty of watercolor:



This was done earlier today and dear, sweet Jesus, it felt fantastic. I have always wanted to draw a detailed skull. My compliments to Edgar Allan Poe, who inspired me not only to become possibly one of the most morbid and picked-on 4th graders in the history of my school but also to better myself as a poet and artist. Thank you, Mr. Poe, for being unspeakably depressing.

Socio.