A photographer (and good friend) once said to me, “Why would you use Photoshop? Wouldn’t you use Illustrator instead?” and I wondered why she jumped to that conclusion. But it doesn’t do what I want it to do, I thought. And, as far as I know, it still doesn’t. ::laughs:: But that’s not to say
I’m still plodding away and drawing, so that’s positive, even if the road along the way has been bumpy. I missed the deadline to that contest – I felt two weeks wasn’t enough time to perfect my artwork to my liking – but that’s ok. I did hit a wall once the deadline passed –
I stood there, at your door and tremored inside, quaking in my boots. fearing both to finally find home, and (final) rejection, also. Which way would you choose, should I kneel in supplication? -my blood for the letting, my flesh for the taking – or should I play brazen instead?