My Grand Return To DA

...Or not so. I have been gone a long while, relearning drawing and coloring. And I'm finally to the point where photoshop does not equal death in the eyes of my art. It just means... a lot of pain. I know the hand needs work, and the chest is maybe a little off, and I really didn't even try much on the background.... but I'm still happy with this. I always look back on my old stuff and think "WHAT THE HELL?! GAH!" And then reach for the nearest spork in order to gouge my eyes out. Which reminds me of a dream I had when younger that my oldest brother threatened to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife. It was scary..... Yes, I am just rambling. Anyways.... comments be nice. Nice nice nice. Even little things that tell me absolutely nothing except how much you despise it. Hmph.