So yeah, I guess I can kind of paint after all. Sometimes I feel a little bad, as if the minds eye itself is guiding my brush and I don’t quite know how I got that far. I think part of creating art is getting across that hillock of doubt that rests in all minds though. That guiding little thought telling you “I can’t.”
And I still don’t think I can quite paint or mix colour that well, but today I just let it loose, and after my lineart was done, I kept on painting, at first within the lines. Then eventually I abandoned the lines, only bringing them forth for reference on occasion. And it all just flowed into definition from there.
So Enjoy the crocodile.