Man, am I addicted to the internets. Dad was talking about facebook, saying it was basically the equivalent of pokemon for adults. I can see it.

Need to get back to work so that I can go to sleep. I'm meeting with my writer again tomorrow, and I'm kind calmly terrified. I don't know what she really thinks about my most recent work. All I know is that, just in the past few days I've worked way way hard. In my mind, it's likely that she say, "appreciate the hard work, but I'm gonna hold off on this project for awhile."

So scared. At the same time, if she decides she still likes me, then I will be so happy and relieved. I've worked so much harder this week. All through high school and college I was able to bull shit everything at the last minute. Well, that certainly doesn't work for a real job, and I certainly won't be able to pull that crap at Ringling.

On that note, I'm way excited to go there. I've been looking up fellow Ringlinger's blogs, and I cannot wait to be surrounded by all these crazy talented people. I'll be mad jealous of other people's skillz, but I'll become a better artist by being with challenging peers.

Eeeeee.

Derp. I forgot that I had wanted to upload a doodle... that no one will ever see.

Mmmmm guuurrrlll. More tigers.

Hnnnng

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ARRG. This is one of the inked panels I finished... finally. There are several others, which I suppose I'll upload later. I'm in the process of inking another page, and it is SO GOSH DARN DIFFICULT. Whiny artist is whiny.

I'm also convinced that even when I do finish these three pages my writer will still fire me... even though she seemed to like the panels I sent her. I AM SCURRED. I also need to finish bitching, suck it up, finish inking what I've started so I can go to sleep, wake up, and then repeat the process tomorrow. And do so in good time so that I can justify going to a party to meet some dude from the internet. Totally not the worst idea ever, I swear.

OLDASS VIDEOS

Looking at the Ringling kid's animation assignments makes me feel woefully inadequate. But here are all the animations I've done. All two of 'em. Yeeeah.

The Happiest Dolphin from Adele Hawkins on Vimeo.

Fuck yeah art camp. This assignment and the stupid little dolphin it wrought are the reasons why I'm saddling myself with a ton of debt to hopefully, maybe, make animation my career.

Poor Peep from Adele Hawkins on Vimeo.

This was unreasonably last minute, and working on it was the only time I was ever able to successfully pull a legit all-nighter. Can you say shitty filming job? But anyway. Damn, I can't wait to get better at this nonsense.

But really, I need to log the fuck off and do my job.

Page one of Tiger Days, written by Ila Coltas. I'm taking way too long, and I shoddily slapped together a second page, but instead of looking sparse and clean it just looked poorly drawn, lazy and half-assed. It's daunting to do a comic when I don't think I can adequately draw in the first place, and I feel like some of these drawings even could be more realistic but... AUGH. I'm taking my dad's advice and Frank Frazetta-ing it. It's what everyone else does.

I sound freaked out, but really, life is pretty awesome.

facebook status

"In addition to feeling like a nervous wreck, I had to throw down six bucks, which was heart breaking enough by itself." And that was my reaction to getting high for the first time.

Seven people "liked" it on facebook, anyway.

Page uno draft

Why is it so difficult to work up motivation to work? I think having a tablet and scanner at my disposal should make everything easier.

the greatest thing

I'm pretty sure this is the greatest thing I've ever drawn.