This one's less of an artwork and more of a doodle but this is the first (kinda) drawing I've done of the woman who lives in my head! Well,
used to live in my head, she's either gone or dead I don't really know I hope it's the former. Didn't really know anything about her until she went and then bits and pieces slowly kept coming back to me like it was trying to re-form a jigsaw puzzle and now I know enough information to draw a proper drawing of her. Wasn't sure on the fringe but I'm certain on everything else. I also didn't envision her with a mouth and I'm not sure why as she probably has one.
I may seem like I'm throwing random words at the wall like I'm a cringy 14 year old making an OC, but I swear she's real in the mental sense. Her name is Helena (she has no last name because she isn't physically real) and she's 6 foot and south asian and I think 35. 30 something. I've never envisioned her looking happy because she never does because she had to be stuck with me and my bullshit. She doesn't really have a voice because she uses mine but I guess if she came back she would sound like when I try to sound posh.
No this isn't a split personality thing. No this isn't schizophrenia (I wish it was, I wanna see her in person). It's like how cars have the driver seat and a passenger seat to the right/left of them and sometimes she stretches over and takes the wheel for a brief moment but I'm fully aware she's there. Idk what you call that but I swear I'm not crazy. It's kinda nice having an idea on what's going on though as when I was younger I wasn't really sure what it was exactly.
anyway ramble over.
Here's a drawing from February where all I could envision of her was a silhouette. This was about 2 weeks after she left and before then I couldn't envision her at all. Pretty neat, huh?