Recently I've been inspired thanks to telling my loved ones how desperately I want to be an excellent painter, but I attempt without success. The loved ones are fantastic, and are usually excellent artists themselves, which allows me to be self-deprecating and complimentary simultaneously! Anyhow, I've finally gotten around to scanning the futile attempts at sketchbook things from this less than productive summer.
The End! I'm proceeding to eat my feelings, listen to show tunes, and fail at painting. See ya!