im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.
im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.
I do anatomy studies in the morning, and I’ve been thinking of getting into the andrew loomis books like this one, figure drawing for all it’s worth. for now, you can find that one and drawing the head and hands as PDFs out there in the inter-aether.
I recommend them! provided you can stomach the overpowering sense of a straight white dude in the 50’s telling you how to draw other blandly good-looking straight white people from the 50’s
