So many sunsets I’ve lost Drinking the old lady’s wash Ned laid down on the train tracks last night That old drunk pissed away his whole life And he aint comin’ back When your dead it’s a fact But I aint gonna waste no more days after this, NO Please, Free me from the things I cannot change and let me be Tell the preacher I started the fire Tell the devil, I can’t live his lie And Ned’s never comin’ back Brushed through the wheat fields so tall Grazing the hearts of my palms Whispered secrets escape in the wind In them lies where my troubles begin And I can’t take it back When it’s done it’s a fact But I aint gonna waste no more days after this To think of the delicate things I have missed, NO
Don’t read if you are easily offended :) My therapist knows my cynical sense of humor and told me to put my own spin on this assignment which was to write a “book” on How to Fail at Coping. This was pretty fun to do!
Today is my third day working on Proko’s amazing gesture tutorials (yes he made more than this one), i was missing this (so important) part in my drawings, so i decided to pratice a lot and get in “standby” all that anatomy, foreshortening and “stressed” lines stuff. That’s why i didn’t updated this page with new draws last days, sharing quick sketches is not really interesting, and would be a huge waste of time to scan it. If u’r interessed in learning new things, just try http://www.proko.com/ , rewatch again and again, then draw draw draw.