Forced Representation

I forced myself to produce something, mostly to turn in for Monday.

The digital sketches, as I call them, suck. They look like (and excuse my internet terminology here) noobish photoshopping attempts by some skript kiddie that bit torrented GIMP because of some scary DRM Adobe may or may not have installed with their best selling products. They aren't my worst works, but they are certainly not something I want to look at again. However, given the nature of the class, I will have to look at these ugly cut-and-paste digital photo montages again as I tighten them up over the course of the next three weeks.

My first critique is next Monday. I'll start with the easiest one, as I'm not even sure IF the most difficult one of the two ideas that I've solidified will work when I clean it up. I have a third idea involving the avatars I use to create a more sexually attractive me, but nothing that has solidified into a visual idea.