i did this just now in my class. it felt right. i want her to be severe but not scary. sexy in her own rights–though not necessarily a beauty. i still haven’t figured out the plot of my comic…but i have my characters. and if i did them right, they should help me write the plot.
i have been seriously considering switching from a creative writing major to an art major. i feel there is so much more for me to learn about art–so much more i want to learn. i love the idea of spending my days kicking around inside the art building. also, i feel that art really helps my words come to life & my ideas come to life. i love writing. every aspect of it. but i think i translate better to art. this may sound shallow, but art offers me the immediate feedback and validation that i crave so badly as a passionately damaged individual. i feel more at home in art.
though i find i still see myself as a fraud when i look at myself through other artist’s eyes–the same as when i am among other writers. could be i may never feel genuine until i let myself feel so.