sorry i was dead for two years?! this is a traditional and obviously unfinished sketch just done with pencil and literal oui'd ashes over the past summer. in hindsight i really consider it to be a piece about how much being famous is the absolute worst— i'm not famous for my illustration but a secret other thing— and i think that comes across pretty blatantly in the visuals. i can completely empathize with the predicament of having thousands of fans and still feeling thoroughly alone
as @rico_nastyy recently spoke about on twitter,
and also being driven to the point of literally
wanting to die by hundreds if not
thousands of strangers who
mean absolutely
nothing to you.
lightning come and strike me if i'm lying; being famous s u c k s .
just ghostriding the #wip on this one. don't know if i'll ever finish it but what's new!
