#aanish

Not happy with how either of the swords turned out. Aanish’s is supposed to radiate divine light, instead, you barely see anything. Vaaloth’s is supposed to be flaming, instead, it looks like I’m bad at coloring. I am definitely getting better at noses and hands but I still have a long way to go. Their eyes are supposed to be pure white but thanks to their skin being close to pure white, there’s no contrast so it doesn’t really work (maybe I should have used a white crayon). Their wheelchairs forced me to draw them sitting, boots facing forward instead of my go-to pose. I am not happy with how either their boots or their wheelchairs turned out. I wanted to add some detail to their wings, but that didn’t really work out so I stopped. Aanish’s clothes are supposed to be plain, but this is a bit too plain. Vaaloth’s armor is a bit weird but overall alright. 

Dear Aanish, My yellow, my Pakistani, my conscious and even my prom date. You worry me, you remind me too much of myself sometimes and that scares me. But with you we are always laughing. Our meeting is no doubtly related to debate but sadly do not remember it because you weren’t a big part of my life for another year. My Junior and Senior years couldn’t have been done with out you. I know that’s hard to believe since I always seem to ignore what you say and do what I want anyways only for it to blow up in my face later. This is where I want to thank you for my endless rants, outbursts and everything I do that is crazy. Also for dealing with me crying on the phone to you about everything.  One of my favorite memories of you is when you were on the phone with your mom at Ihop after prom. I know our friendship will strain now that I am on the biggest adventure of my life thus far being college, but I know we will keep in tough and I hope to always. I may be a big girl now, but I will always need a conscious from time to time. I love you my yellow.~Medusa <3