It is pretty weird, man, still is weird. Weird how ever since I took a small broken pencil and started two months ago time went flying this fast; only missing one day of practice, every day drawing her, every day liking what I did and hating it on the next one, "no, no, she is much prettier than that" I repeated to myself... and I still do.
I did around 56 Mythras, almost a routine, a very enjoyable one I say, taking breaks inbetween to try and practice other stuff just to return to her and see how much I improved.
There was improvement indeed, but yet somehow I struggled badly on the last one, much more than in the first one where I couldn't draw a mere circle to save myself.
A paper undergoing endless eraser friction and pencil stress, what was happening to my confidence? Where are the skills that I learned?
It was like my own mind was reminding me the reason and way to draw her; skill and practice can get my artistic level high above, but the perfect Mythra will never happen if I don't make her with love.
These struggles also reminded me I still have a very long way to go, where 2 months are nothing and a passion guided dedication is the absolute key.
The journey for The Beautiful Mythra piece truly is just beginning. How she will look? Only time and this hyperbole enthusiast heart will tell.