An Unfinished and a Finished Sketch

So yesterday I was already beginning to clean up my room, trying to sort things that I should keep and things that I should throw away. There were some sketches that I made back then in college, three years ago I think. Well, strange as it may seem, I draw frantically when I’m anxious. I guess frantic-sketching indirectly helped me taking the problem more calmly, more positively. When the guitar can’t help, the football can’t help, the pen, oddly, can.

 

The Great Depression, or so I would have liked to believe. I might have been exaggerating, though.

The Great Depression, or so I would have liked to believe. I might have been exaggerating, though.

 

Unfinished, and still sketching.

Unfinished, and still haven’t got a clue on how to finish this one.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it’s nothing like Rembrandt’s or van Gogh’s, but who cares?!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s