#kit's log

[confusedlamp]

I would like to exist in a world that has no concept of gender. But I can't even exist in my own mind without gender.

[oldistential]

look @ me and my consistency, woo

It’s pretty fitting that even with my fluctuating interest in these pieces that as the first started these are the first ones finished. They’re done, technically. Even got signatures and everything. I’l post them later once I’ve stared at them long enough to strangle my inner critic and/or find myself satisfied with them.

Until then, here’s some crops and finalized color palettes for ur viewing pleasure

[oldistential]

On: witch wips and coloring trees

can u tell what i spent the most time on in this one

I’ve got some free time again so I’m back to working on the witches drawings. I’ve got at least five in coloring right now, with two (??) finished, this one and another close to finalizing, and the fifth still caught up in palette stages. The writing part of this has taken a pretty far back seat but with these I’ve had a lot more fun on the art than I have the stories so

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[oldistential]

pro art tip: carry multiple sketch books with you but still do all the serious art in the writing notebooks

I decided to take a break from the big illustrated witch pictures to do some more character based stuff. I’ve been meaning to do a decent reference sheet for my novel protag but I‘ve been too lazy haven’t been able to. That’s the start of it on the right, and below this is the wip for the base form coloring. I worked on that some today, did a bit more sketching for the same project in line with the picture on the left so some serious nonsense.

[kitsuna-ri]

Captains Log, Day 4

I awoke this morning to the hell spots attacking my back, like tiny needles being driven into my skin. At this point I am certain these have been sent up from Satan himself as some sort of sick punishment. I have applied topical ointment in hopes of alleviating the itch but I've found no matter where I place it, they seem to pop up elsewhere and agitate me further. I've managed to scratch myself to the point of scarring and so there will always be a reminder of these days of torment. Or perhaps it will fade once all of this finally ends. My hope lies in Tuesday's appointment. Then, just maybe, I will figure out what curse has been placed upon me. It is becoming harder to resist the pink pills, the pills that could stop all this and lull me into a blissful sleep. But alas, I've come so far, I've only one more day to go. Sleep is my only means of escape so for now I shall close my eyes and wait...if only I could sleep through the next 24 hours then my relief would be here sooner.