In Love.

Why can't I be this talented? Why am I not married to this man? Why do I not own this fucking painting? Christ on earth and.in.heaven.above - I suck.

I met a fellow recently who was quite alarmed by my humble attitude regarding my skills as an artist. I was slightly flattered (well, to be honest, I was more than flattered). My ego was blown right out of proportion and so I pranced around for a couple of days, lit up like a Christmas tree on fire, completely loving the fact that I was a superb artisto des.

AND THEN I SAW THIS AND I WAS LIKE, "I fucking suck."
So I cried.

I'm not sure why, but I've been having a massive craving to get my art on.
Perhaps I just haven't been inspired enough to do it since the end of school. Perhaps I've just had the dazzling realisation that I enjoy drawing and should persue it as a hobby and not as a career.
Perhaps it's the birth control.

So now, if you'll exscuse me, I have a massive pinup of myself to draw for my boyfriend's Christmas present. I feel the need to start early, just incase my inspiration falls off again.