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Self-portrait upon request with imaginary clothes. Everything else is within proportion (yes, I swear: I'm disproportionate, not the picture). I hope to skip a discussion as to how this could look better; I will forever remain a person who has the face of an old lady, the significant features of a woman and the general silhouette of a little girl. But the point of an autoportrait is to draw it as it is, not to draw it so as to make it look perfect.

But, on the other hand, I usually tend to draw myself more hideous than I am in reality, so I was kindly asked by a friend to draw myself in a pleasant way for a change. And, there is a conceptual purpose to the imaginary slutty clothes in pink. It's a part of my soul revealed I've kept hidden from myself for many years now.

"If love is vile, then I will make it pink," my friend had said. Hence the color. Notice how much it doesn't fit the jaded, die-hard expression on the face. It's a tale of innocence and experience. One does not exclude the other.

Here, I only seem to like my ears, because they look freaking weird.

Description
Self-portrait upon request with imaginary clothes. Everything else is within proportion (yes, I swear: I'm disproportionate, not the picture). I hope to skip a discussion as to how this could look better; I will forever remain a person who has the face of an old lady, the significant features of a woman and the general silhouette of a little girl. But the point of an autoportrait is to draw it as it is, not to draw it so as to make it look perfect.

But, on the other hand, I usually tend to draw myself more hideous than I am in reality, so I was kindly asked by a friend to draw myself in a pleasant way for a change. And, there is a conceptual purpose to the imaginary slutty clothes in pink. It's a part of my soul revealed I've kept hidden from myself for many years now.

"If love is vile, then I will make it pink," my friend had said. Hence the color. Notice how much it doesn't fit the jaded, die-hard expression on the face. It's a tale of innocence and experience. One does not exclude the other.

Here, I only seem to like my ears, because they look freaking weird.