I have an existential crisis about my career path pretty much every week.
To soothe my nerves and help me think, I pulled out my old prismacolors and just started drawing.
Here are some really crappy pictures of my desperate sketches. The hand study is a self portrait in poor lighting.
No, I'm not really blue.
Lara Croft is upside down in one. It's okay; she brought some rope.
But, I really miss drawing/painting. Alot. I can't figure out why the crap I went into science.
Scientists don't have outlets: which is why we have mad scientists.
Maybe eventually I'll get the hang of this business. HINT: UNLIKELY.