'Again, arise to draw and scrawl and then slink back into laziness!' A kind of invocation, it summons a spirit within me for but a few minutes–a minimum of thirty–and then the spirit disappears wholly. Will it ever come about naturally, without being needed to be teased out? The problem with the mundane is that it's very mundane.

Looking at artists and whatnot, it amazes one how seat-of-the-pants execution appear to be. We form these grand concepts, ideals, for how people should understand the world, and then we fall far short of our benchmarks. Much like my proclaimed desire to animate–look below! The ideal is a faulty paradigm, perhaps, because it is a Sisyphean task. Is there not something else than perfection worth striving for? The question of the defeated, that. But nevertheless I ask it, redolent in defeat, because striving for things that seem unachievable, fundamentally inhuman, is a disheartening venture.

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Faces are the weakest area, I think, which is unfortunate. It's a truism that faces are the most important part to draw well. An immaculate face with an awful body looks better than vice versa. It's the aspect of the body we value the most, visually.