It is difficult for us to foresee our own future, but I use all the available time day and night to sketch it day after day, wiping it out and then re-outlining, drawing, and trimming it. I am currently slowly sketching its appearance. Will it change again? I thought: it will become more lifelike.
I mostly think about how it looked like being thrown into the trash can, but I couldn't bear to part with it, so I picked it up, revised it, revised it again, and revised it again and again. It consumed not only these long years, but also my full concentration.
Only by keeping moving forward can I complete what it really looks like, and before that, I would like to call it: the outline of the future.
Looks good, come on, come on, come on
Good looking and close to life.
Looks good, come on!