The sketch in which my pigments decided to die. I think it looks horrible. Some of my recent sketches look like this. Unfinished, messy, disoriented. I don't know. I think something's going on inside my brain but I can't put a finger on it. But I promise I'll come up with better sketches. I might try with pencil. But that really isn't my forte. I don't even know what in the world is my forte.
Janiz said that I have a very carefree thing going on about me. She sees it in my drawings and such. Darrell, on the other hand, is very detailed. So, there you go. My long lost brother is a mirror image of me, in some ways. Okay. Excuse the influence from Her Fearful Symmetry here.
I'm sorry, by the way :'(