It's my birthday and I'll paint if I want to

I got the day off work and instead of going out to get pathetically drunk and pass out in a parking lot like a normal person turning 21, I've spent the day drinking Mexican hot chocolate and doing homework. We did go out last night, but I was too tired to even attempt getting drunk. I did have some fantastic apple-cider pork tenderloin, however. It more than made up for the lack of drunken craziness.

Seemingly-eternal works-in-progress.
I'm so done with this self-portrait. I'm over white pencils and charcoal. OVER them.

Whoopsies! The two gestures above belong with the last post. I hadn't realized they were missing.

Blue Jen! I like her, I'm glad we finally got her as our model again. Her face is very nice for portraits, too.

Steve totally looks like Tarzan to me. I can't get over it. When he poses with that stick all he needs is some dreads and boom: Tarzan frolicking in the jungle.

Even though I wanted SHORT poses and didn't get them, I think this last study is probably the best one I've done so far.

That is all. You may go back to liking things on Facebook now.

And thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! You are proof that my social life exists, if only remotely.