Resolutions are for pussies.

I, like many others who dabble in media, have never been happy with my skills of an artist. I don't set aside a lot of time outside work to draw to begin with. Hell, I'm really not sure how long or often I'll stick with this blogging thing. What little hours I have awake often get sucked into shiny and exponentially increasing numbers in a world crafted by war. 

So, I told myself I'd at least try to draw a minimum of five minutes each day and work towards completing something before moving on. This has turned what should have been short, half-assed projects into soul-crushing months-long ordeals, but at least it's getting me motivated to churn something more polished out.

One of the works in progress. It has a few layers of painting, which are not shown since they aren't totally to my liking yet and I don't know what colors to use for the clothes. Note the boogery lines that I refuse to vector.

An older bit, something of a study of facial expressions and tones. It didn't really work out, but every time I see that scathing face I can't help but like it.

Why elves? Well christ, have you ever seen me draw regular ears? Pointy is easier to draw, a cheaty way to express emotion, and let's face it. Humans are boring.