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drawing

Blah, I can not, I need to write.

draws (with some slight progress) from 5 years of age. From the 98 got into manga, since 2003, took up drawing comic books seriously. In 2004 the label we Sefim and Pracianem comics and fell in the DA (deviantart.com) and the rat race for cartoonists. In 2005, I stopped quite a draw. Over the years I drew a few images (4) and several pages of comics. FEW.

I managed to get to the point where I can not believe the draw, the seat of the piece evokes in my depression and stomach pain and other symptoms of neurosis. I can not cope with his or anyone's expectations in terms of creation. Progress neutral, EFFORTS enormous and effect and so indifferent. I'm spurred on in circles, because everybody was accustomed, to draw something every day, and now you can get me to wait for months. I tried a few times to take part in the competition, or just do something for someone. Every time it ended in disappointment. The contest was a scam and found out that my work for the shallow, maybe nice and artificial and would be nice, but there are computers. Drawings for other skoczone never been, part blurted out she lost a part somewhere. I do not like. I feel stomach turn at the thought of disappointing what it gets. So do not stop at all. Even how much he wants. but I have a drive already on the ground ....
Even when they do a collection and it's always something to do something like that in August have deposited that something is wrong. Just like the last picture Anhity. I have no pretensions was lest. Drawing is for me now painful memory of what once made me Radocha. And another time also sprawialo.

Heh, because I wish I could draw on. I can not just totally give up. Though, and so I will not ever likely to pro. It's already rather exaggerated.

I just really all I would like to get something to me in August triggered the. I will endeavor, because it kills me remorse.

I started a new comic Tina and Sefim ... I do not know whether this will be something. SEFI coming out of the skin in order to herd me to work. Sef luck.