These are the reasons I am so hideously inactive, while:



1. College is great fun, but it takes a hell of a lot of time out of your daily life, leaving me with not much time for sketches/full drawings.

2. Lack of decent inspiration, other than a bunch of painting ideas I had sketched out a while back, though the prospect of my amount of painting technique at this point in time getting into a decent gallery will make me doubt the art world even more. Another fact is that I started some paintings in the summer, only to notice how much pretentiousness was in them, at which point I was sick on top of my ego.

3. I am currently experimenting with different painting techniques to improve the atmosphere and depths of painting before I go back to it. That means no actual work until I am completely satisfied with my skills as a painter through the work of my practices.

4. Photoshop computer is dead, so that limits my amount of lighthearted uploads to the Macintosh equivalent of MS paint comics, in which you can't even re-size images. I've downloaded the new CS series, but I need a crack that doesn't open as a stream of incomprehensible geektalk.

5. DeviantArt is, and will always be, a giant heap of shit full of weaboos, scene kids and disillusioned teenagers (!) that will stick only to the "non-mainstream" field of drawing anime dogs and generally being sick on the internet.

6. This one should be number one, really but I saved it until the end for dramatic effect, because I'm a wanker:
For the last two years I've stopped being a little WOAAH HIDDEN TALENT dipshit and have actually been becoming a pretty cool guy. That's right, I go out more, attend more social events, have a decent relationship with pretty much everyone normal in school/college, do not obsess over posting pics here and doesn't afraid of anything.

unfortunately I have discovered that everyone I considered more interesting or intelligent than myself turn out to be a cliched, unfunny, Family Guy quoting lolcow (well, most in college, anyway), but nonetheless, a lot of IRL is a lot better than eating my own shit in a dimly lit room.
By the way, I'm saying this as a summary of the past two years, not as if I've just this moment snapped into existence.



I'll stop here; this is getting TLDR.