Yes, a return to this particular comic idea. Even something that isn't
exactly Rembrant such as this takes a fairly long time, I think I'll
forgo the rant about working with pencils today. I'm going to have to
seriously think about two things: how to draw hands (something I've
just about cracked) and how to draw faces (something that I've only
ever got right about two times). I'll get back to you on that last one.
Ah well. More bad poetry to pad out the blog a bit:
Alone:
I never claimed to be better than you,
I never said I was without sin,
But when you bite the hands that feed you,
My patience wears so thin.
What was done to you long ago,
To make you this way?
Whatever could have blinded you so,
To make your world turn to grey?
It is all that I can manage,
To keep myself at bay,
When I slowly realise;
I am the only one of us who thinks about what you say.
I am not better than you,
My words can cut staight to the bone,
So I curse you for showing me,
How I may end up just like you:
Alone.
-Evil
