I decided to rework the ole "skull with helmet" drawing from a few years back; I felt that style didn't fit me anymore, so I decided to do a new style. I mostly did it just for gits and shiggles. Still, I've also been more inspired by painterly-looking works and thought, "heck, why does it actually hurt to eat aluminum foil? It's basically one step away from an edible iron substitute" then, after that, I thought about my inspirations: Sam Spratt, Frank Frazetta, Dave Rapoza, and Kentaro Miura. These ballers inspire my continuously developing style, but I cannot help but be intimidated by their success. Then again, I'm only 22, and they're... Well, two of them are dead (RIP Miura and Frazetta), and the other two are at their prime. I know I'm not the only one. I see flocks of artists get their rocks off when their art closely resembles their role models' style but feel just as inadequate. Maybe that's just the attitude with "not-so professionals" and how they (we) perceive ourselves compared to those who inspire us. Maybe it's just the stigma of drawing for so long yet realizing you've only been almost as good as your idols recently. Maybe it's the struggle of being creative that separates those with the affinity to create and the weightless duty to create. Maybe it's something deep and indescribable. Maybe it's just fun. Maybe it's Maybelline. Regardless, I'll improve and be vibing as a pro, or I'll stay in the meme-level territory of artistic progress, who knows.