flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I was having a shitty night last night for reasons, and I couldn’t focus on drawing. Normally that’s when I play with LEGOS, which I find very soothing, but a friend linked an article on ball jointed dolls the other day that inspired me to get mine back out and do a better job on her face, so I figured I’d play dolls and have a little photo shoot. Next time I can afford to splurge a little, I really want to get her a friend.
Technically serious BJD aficionados will probably tell you she doesn’t count because she’s made of plastic, not resin. I say fuck it, she’s still beautiful and cost me $35 (not including eyes) instead of several hundred. Yay plastic!