So I was going through some galleries today, and I found some realism/surrealism artist, that draws more or less the same concepts as I do. And while the composition was ok, what pissed me off was the total lack of plasticity, the rigid strokes that didn't sculpt, but rather played along the paper lines.

But I would click all of the deviations, mesmerized by the thumbnail and hoping that the strokes would improve... of course they didn't. But, why did the thumbnails charmed me so?

The emotion. Every portrait and figure betrayed intense, FIERCE emotion. And it was basic, it was vile, but I couldn't look away.

My drawings. They don't have it. They feel, of course. But they never show it. They hid, they play coy, hide some more and then stare at you. But they will never, ever betray emotion, and this goes back to my school sketches.

The only drawing of mine that portrays some kind of feeling, is my drunk self portrait.


I have to make my faces scream out in agony.