If the day did not require an AK then it is good

It's important to remind myself of what I'm grateful of. I did some drawing, met with a colleague (we talked shop and office politics), got iced coffee with the GF (I'm fuckin' wired, bruh), and ate some tacos al pastor. My county has this brewery that makes a pecan beer, nice mouthfeel with a creamy after taste, almost as good as that pumpkin ale I had one October. But a nice brew helps a well-seasoned meal.

Anyway, not dead, I have a couple of finished drawings in reserve that I'll publish once my printer's back online, one of them is a drawing of Sakura that honestly surprised me because I didn't think I could figure out perspective that quickly. Tried drawing April earlier this evening and had less success. My theory: I have too many rigid ideas about depicting what April should look like and doing so violates a few art fundamentals. That's why she's been so hard to recreate five years later, I'm chasing an old idea. But guess what, April refuses to be pigeonholed.

I made that gripe clear to my girlfriend and she expressed that the best part of creating is having fun with it. Not saying it's all cold beer and hot food but what she told me felt profound. We create characters for a reason, whatever seeded that essence of who they are is distinct and only we have the ability to put that vision to the page. That is our power as creatives.

So what's the takeaway? Let's invoke the washoe baskets again so I can remind myself that holding tightly onto ideas is how they stay bricked up. April, of all my characters, is one who I have the most jealous control over. It was never that intending to create for her lead to some mental block, it was always that I was pedantic about her image—never again.

Got another piece I'm working on. Now that I think about it I never really tried a sex scene before, at least not in drawing. My plan is to upload the other two finished works by tomorrow and make some time to work on my answer to

Painting of Two Nudes Kissing. But before I get to that, the Farmer's Market, GF and I got a friend who runs a food truck.

—Errant Out