Drawing... stuffs

So the most important school test for the last three years is coming up, something that folks at school consider something akin to life and death. It's beginning Monday, and most people will normally dive into assortments of text and exercise book to get themselves ready. Me? I practice drawing. And it's turning up finer than when I try doing music.

So I royally failed every formal music lessons that I've ever tried, but nobody has ever actually taught me how to draw. Since I was young I only doddle by myself. Stuffs I made up, people I made up, and stuffs that came out of cartoons that I watched on TV. Just little doodles, not meant to be anything. It's fun. I made nothing that impressed anyone, but it was fun. No one praised me or showed any appreciation. I didn't care, it was still fun.

Only when the internet came around that I noticed that, man, my drawings are horrible. So I looked up some tutorials, anatomy guides, and artworks with the kind of style I can relate to. My drawings become progressively better as I practice and look at more better artworks. But I can never agree to have someone taught me face-to-face. I never even follow a tutorial straight-on. It just feels a bit irking, having someone telling what to do with what I make.

Not sure what point I'm trying to make here. In fact, I should be getting back to drawing things instead of dropping another nonsensical ramblings into the sea of blog.

Later.