I know it's been several months since I committed to finishing a sketch to almost something nice because of work but I finally found the time. Created using iPad and Ibis Paint, both new things to learn getting used to. While doing the sketch, I just imagine tiny chains preventing my hands and fingers from committing to the lines. That's the mental combination of being rusty at the skill and perfectionism doing its reeeeeeeee at the back of my head.
It feels great to have it done. Like a splinter plucked off but then there's the nagging pain of looking my work and thinking, damn, I know I could make it look better but it just doesn't look right. Of course getting off my own head I already recognize this pitfall and know it's not a big deal. I'm my own worst critique and going throw the process of creating the piece I imagine a crowd around me commenting at every redo I have to make. It's comforting despite how bad the imagery sounds like. When I listen to the critiques inside, I tend to listen which parts makes sense. If the hair looks awful, it's likely I need to work on shading and lighting.
Crossdressing cosplayer in black and white was the art prompt I was working. Why? nothing, it's a random challenge. The last one was space firebreathing pandas but I lost the digital image when my old drive was corrupted.