One more step

I fall into the void. One more step. An unknown place and good feelings. The hand works better and better and little by little it turns everything it touches into gold. The proportions are tremendously difficult. The nose, chin, and forehead change the character’s face completely. Slowly, more elements are incorporated into the madness. So I add hands, expressions, hairstyles and postures. I’m moving forward with everyone. The one I find most difficult is the protagonist. The expression is always the same, but its different proportions give it different connotations that make it different. In some cases more aggressive, in others more intelligent, in short, crazy.
I think that if I get out of here I will have conquered a very important part of the road. Maybe the one with the hardest slope for me.
It’s funny that I’m getting closer and closer to a type of line that I like and that I’ve always dreamed of. Is it possible that style lives within each of us and comes out by dint of work?