Step Numero Two

While in the process of perfecting my sketch while still trying to keep it simple enough that I could re-create it in canvas I realized something, I was going to have to draw the same figures almost eight times! I don't even know how many times I drew that stinking face, that curly smoke, and those faceless figures. I'm almost positive they're present on a few sheets of my homework and are equally present in more than one of my spiral notebooks. It's like my drawing is a creepy stalker that follows me around school saying "Dddrraawwww mmeeee!!! Draw me!!! You need to make me better!", which is when I politely respond in my head, "I have better things to do than push a pencil until my hand is sore, thank you very much." Art II is not nearly as dead pan easy as I thought it would be. I'm wishing I would have joined Shaina and started doing my seriograph on the computer like she did, oh well. I supose it's like some famous person said (was it Frederick Douglass?), "Where there is no struggle, there is no progress." Boy oh boy am I having a struggle.