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tealinWhy is it when I feel completely exhausted and not wanting very much to draw, I manage something halfway decent?
Page One - Another sort of image from my dream Sunday night. The most important scene in my dream (the one which following scenes were heavily dependent on) was a scene involving a friend of mine from about grade 6 or so. In the years since then we rapidly grew apart until we had practically nothing to do with each other, not because of any animosity but because we had practically nothing in common. Her family, though, stayed good friends of my family, and they lived just a couple houses down the street from us, so I'd see her every time there was a birthday or something, and she therefore stayed present in the background. Since moving away I'd hardly thought about her at all, so it was odd to see her turn up in my dream the other night, especially as she was playing a secret police type person very much like the ones in V for Vendetta, even though she looks more like Witch Hunter Robin. She came to search my house (very early in the morning) but didn't so much search it as poke around in a condescending manner, and then make a comment that made me extremely angry. I don't think I caught her face very well here. This 'shot' never appeared in my dream (it being mostly my P.O.V. ...mostly) but it is roughly the scenario when she made that comment. It was a really stupid comment that wouldn't have made me angry at all in real life, but for some reason it enraged me in my dream and it made perfect sense to be that enraging. Weird.
Page Two - Drawing with a pen I found on the sidewalk that morning which turned out to have a lot finer point than I was expecting. I also realised why I have such a vivid image of the Bandit Queen in my head: she looks like one of my favourite life drawing models. Heheh.
Page One - Another sort of image from my dream Sunday night. The most important scene in my dream (the one which following scenes were heavily dependent on) was a scene involving a friend of mine from about grade 6 or so. In the years since then we rapidly grew apart until we had practically nothing to do with each other, not because of any animosity but because we had practically nothing in common. Her family, though, stayed good friends of my family, and they lived just a couple houses down the street from us, so I'd see her every time there was a birthday or something, and she therefore stayed present in the background. Since moving away I'd hardly thought about her at all, so it was odd to see her turn up in my dream the other night, especially as she was playing a secret police type person very much like the ones in V for Vendetta, even though she looks more like Witch Hunter Robin. She came to search my house (very early in the morning) but didn't so much search it as poke around in a condescending manner, and then make a comment that made me extremely angry. I don't think I caught her face very well here. This 'shot' never appeared in my dream (it being mostly my P.O.V. ...mostly) but it is roughly the scenario when she made that comment. It was a really stupid comment that wouldn't have made me angry at all in real life, but for some reason it enraged me in my dream and it made perfect sense to be that enraging. Weird.
Page Two - Drawing with a pen I found on the sidewalk that morning which turned out to have a lot finer point than I was expecting. I also realised why I have such a vivid image of the Bandit Queen in my head: she looks like one of my favourite life drawing models. Heheh.
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Date: 2006-04-05 08:39 pm (UTC)