a concept that grew off of the paper...

okay, do you wanna know how this started? no, i doubt you do, so just skip over this part. it started with that shitty little attempted poem you see in the back ground there. so i figured i'd be better off just filling a page with how i feel in blackness then trying to write it down. anyway, next thing i know, the clock says i have to be up in an hour, Fuck. so i flip my sketch pad closed and lie wake for the next oh, say 50 minutes. then i just got up, so yeah. and next night i went back to it, it didn't look like complete shit, well that's good i say to myself. anyway, i felt like starting on a pic someone asked me to do for them, seeing as they requested it a while ago... but i realized i couldn't do that without someone else there to help me. Bother. but i proceed to make my arm look like the circulation has been cut off anyway. I mean hell, why not? I'll do a numb series for DA. but then i look over at my sketch book, then to the eyeliner, then to my arm, and I'm like, duh! i just kinda wish i had liquid eye liner. *sigh* oh well. i'm still relatively happy with how it turned out.