It's Dabi day

I found some of my old sketchpads. Here's a drawing from when I was 16 vs a drawing I did a couple of years ago.

Trying to get myself back into art, but I'm not very confident with it. I feel I've stagnated on things like shading, postures, and anatomy, and I'm bad of thinking up things like clothes and patterns. My full body stuff tends to look...very wooden.

Word Count: 4, 006

Summary: The words didn’t start out as words. First, before Keith knew enough of the letters to read, he got pictures.

They liked the sun. They liked to give their suns legs and sunglasses (why did the sun need sunglasses?). They put him next to doodles of waves and flowers and put a smiley face on everything. Everything was alive, to them. Keith knew, even after he learned to read and his soulmate learned to write, that he could always look down and have a smiley face on the back of his hand. He could feel the Crayola markers bleed into his skin from who knew how far away, and as that little half circle seeped into existence, his face always threatened to mirror it.

idk me doodling with ideas.

i ordered a new drawing tablet and it finally came in today!