“I live in a hall of mirrors. All I can see is myself. My triumphs, but also my flaws. They are forced into the spotlight and exposed to reality, where I have no choice but to look at them. I can try to look away but I only can see another mirror, another reflection. I turn and I spin but I’m still there. Everything I have ever done wrong is still displayed, and I can’t see past them. I can’t shut my eyes, I can only stare. The only way to get past them is to break them. And what happens when you try to break a mirror? You get hurt. You get cut. You bleed. And all for what? Each time I try to break through, I only find another room, lined with more mirrors. I break through again and again, but only succeed in hurting myself more and more. But every time I stop to take a breath, I only see myself again. I can’t look away, even if I wanted to. I monitor everything I say and do because I know if I do it wrong, I will never forget it. It will be another shard of glass in my skin for the rest of my life. I want nothing more than to just shut my eyes, to make it all stop, but I can’t. For the rest of my life I will be lost in this maze, this maze of mirrors. This maze of myself.”
Ok, so this happens every time I draw Heron. The lineart looks fine. Then I color it, and it looks terrible. But I spent too long on this already so whatever. Yeah. There's more to Heron than meets the eye.
