Having just posted a bunch of stuff on Tumblr, I suddenly realized that I do in fact have a style. I never really thought I did. I thought it was just something I did and that if I had a style it was because I wasn't all that talented (Try to untangle that train of thought: my work sucks, which people interpret as a style, but it's really just me sucking?). Then I looked at four or five pieces in a row and went: "Holy shit. I have a STYLE."
This makes me really proud.
And even stranger: I LIKE my style. I think it's decent. I still need work on composition and fluidity, but I like where I'm going. I like how stupidly bright my work is. I like how harsh the lines are. I like the absurd amount of detail. I like the concerted effort towards realism that never quite works out. I LIKE my style.
Wow. It's like I'm a real artist type person.