1/21/10

random sketchbook pages

more bookstore/workshop sketches. i like to try and capture the image of the person before they catch me drawing. still don't have the drawing down to where i want it to be. creativity is still a bitch that eludes me. someone told me you should express yourself by trying to say something through your work. i got shit to say. i have no views on anything. the only thing i really do care about is that when my body does finally give out (or i piss off someone i shouldn't have) that i got a clean pair of boxers on and that no one rapes my corpse. lastly, i really don't care for those people that insist on using big, long words that only they and webster would know. if they are trying to sound intelligent, then say something fucking insightful instead of pissing me and the rest of the shaved apes off.

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