I've always been a modest person, which, together with my other qualities, makes me almost perfect. Along with other amazing quality
I will not bother to stating that there is to accept defeat with decent smile, combined with that to accept the victories with detached indifference.
I always hated the most natural ferocity those who abandon themselves to despair as the first black to appear insignificant losses, however, I believe that part of the mechanics of being alive. Similarly, but perhaps more, you can not stand those who cover scoreggette of jokes and when, for actual or superiority to the whims of fate, they are to excel, even though I recognize that someone does it so well as to be almost funny.
However, these mammoth my two strengths together - repeat - that of modesty, almost jaunty contrast with what many agree that the as - albeit negligible - defect, namely that of not being able to recognize when I am wrong.
I pause to correct this little smear of my character were it not that this event occurs so infrequently that the very thought is a waste of energy.
Anyway. If we combine all this a natural propensity to self-improvement is evident that when I meet someone above me with its quality is easier than taking it as a model rather than break up his photos and throw them in the toilet.
then understand the disappointment when, making a trivial research with the keyword "pencil" (I needed a picture of a pencil), I found 'These two bastards. I have experienced and looking terrified - completely powerless - the feeling of hatred distort my serene features. Attack me from the bottom with sinuous, serpentine slow determination. Hatred and envy. Damn. Scoundrels.
One is almost approachable, maybe if I start to study and test it properly ... has a beautiful hand, and it's not just one of the shows that people in positions of fucking to be an artist. I mean, I like it.
But the other?
How the hell do you draw that? I'm talking about your technique, this man is unattainable. mean, check it out.
The thing that annoyed me most, besides the fact that I have not the foggiest idea how to do certain things to do with the colored pencils, is that the site is so ugly that this must also be a type flashy and a bit obnoxious. Probably a bad person. And most of all, I still despise not even know how to do certain things to do with colored pencils. I therefore believe that it is not to blame if in the light of all this I think I can take my beautiful sketchbook - Which until recently I was so proud - and judging a merdaccia it into small pieces with a small pair of scissors producing them ugly confetti.
But only after you have thrown the Caran d'Ache in the oven, so the crying child by making stupid scarabocchietti.
Damn.
scoundrels.
I hate you.
