Slip through your hands/Desliza por tus manos

I regret being the cliché of the artist who is sometimes tormented and that the drawing may not meet the expectations of what I have shown before, but I felt I needed to vent and I do not understand why I paint a face In these outbursts of stress and it's always a man, it may be an alter ego or some ghost that lives in me, huh, who knows, a teacher while he saw my work, passed with indifference those that I took more time to do, the illustrations, but, he complimented me on seeing those that are not so methodically correct, since, he tells me that you can see the expressiveness and feeling, which is something you should never lose, that is the point of being an artist, "Not Everyone will like your work, Saouri, stop wanting to meet the expectations of others and just feel what you do that makes you happy, "culminated with those words that left me hesitant, it is not as if I had not reached that conclusion before, but , it is so difficult to fulfill it ... I resort to pastel oil when I feel this way, as trapped, drowned, it allows me an ease that no other material is capable of satisfying, I think it is due to the fact that I can sharply settle the lines I want perform, so I release a little hate, sadness, and all regret that floods my heart. I liked having taken pictures of the process, it looks like the construction is not just like pulling lines like crazy and now, I'm creating little by little and highlighting what interests me. Anyway, initially I was not going to upload this, I was doing one that was going to look nice with colors pencil and patience, but then I felt like I was pressed and I ended up damaging it jaaj, things that happen :l.

Lamento ser el cliché de la artista que a veces está atormentada y que el dibujo tal vez no cumpla con las expectativas de lo que ya he mostrado con anterioridad, pero, sentía que necesitaba desahogarme y no entiendo por qué siempre que voy a pintar un rostro en estos arranques de estrés me sale un hombre, puede que sea un alter ego o algún fantasma que vive en mí, huh, quien sabe, un profesor mientras veía mis trabajos, pasaba con indiferencia aquellos que me tomaba más tiempo hacer, las ilustraciones, pero, me hacía cumplidos al ver estos que no son tan metódicamente correctos, ya que, me dice que se ve la expresividad y el sentimiento, que es algo que no debería perder nunca, ese es el punto de ser un artista, "No a todos les va a gustar tu trabajo, Saouri. Deja de querer cumplir las expectativas de los demás y solo siente lo que haces que te haga feliz", culminó con esas palabras que me dejaron dubitativa, no es como si no hubiese llegado a esa conclusión antes, pero, es tan difícil cumplirlo... Recurro al óleo pastel cuando me siento así, como atrapada, ahogada, me permite una soltura que ningún otro material es capaz de satisfacer, creo que es por el hecho de que puedo afincar bruscamente las lineas que quiero realizar, así voy soltando un poquito el odio, la tristeza, y todo pesar que me inunda el corazón. Me gustó haberle tomado fotos al proceso, se ve como la construcción no va solo como tirar líneas a lo loco y ya, voy creando poco a poco y remarcando lo que me interesa. En fin, inicialmente no iba a subir este, estaba haciendo uno que iba a quedar bonito con lápices de colores y paciencia, pero, luego como que me sentí presionada y lo terminé dañando jaaj, cosas que pasan :l.

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