Okay, so I finally got around to making some Felix fan art. I’ve been meaning to do it for ages, you know, because who doesn’t love that guy’s energy and, well, everything? I thought, “Yeah, this will be fun, a nice little project.” Famous last words, am I right?
My First Attempts – What a Struggle
I sat down, got all my stuff ready. Digital tablet fired up. Reference pictures loaded. And then… nothing. Well, not nothing, but nothing good.
- Attempt one: I tried to go for that super cool, intense look he has in some photoshoots. My lines were all shaky. He ended up looking more confused than cool. Scrapped that.
- Attempt two: Switched to a softer, cuter vibe. You know, freckles and a gentle smile. Nope. The proportions were all off. Looked like a completely different person. Frustrating!
- Attempt three: I even dug out my old pencils and paper, thinking maybe a different medium would help. The sketch was okay-ish, but it just didn’t have that Felix spark. It felt flat.
I must have spent a good couple of hours just doodling, erasing, sighing dramatically. You know how it is. You see it perfectly in your head, but then your hands just decide to do their own thing, and it’s usually not what you wanted. I was getting really close to just giving up and re-watching some Stray Kids compilations instead. My desk was starting to look like a paper battlefield.
And here’s the kicker, the thing that really made this whole experience memorable. I was only really pushing myself to draw because my internet decided to take an unscheduled vacation. Yep, the whole darn Wi-Fi was out in my building. Some genius apparently decided to dig where they weren’t supposed to, and bam, no connection for hours. So, no music, no background videos, no scrolling endlessly for more inspiration pics. Just me, my art supplies, and the sound of my own growing impatience.
It was weird, actually. I usually have something playing, some noise to fill the space. This silence was… loud, if that makes any sense. So there I was, disconnected from the world, feeling a bit grumpy, staring at a blank canvas again. I almost packed it all up. But then, I just started sketching without really thinking. No specific pose in mind, no pressure to make it look exactly like him.
And wouldn’t you know it, something started to click. Maybe it was the lack of digital distractions, or maybe I just finally tired myself out from overthinking. I started focusing on the feeling, the vibe, rather than getting every single detail perfect from the get-go. I remembered a particular expression of his, kind of thoughtful, a little bit soft. And slowly, very slowly, a face started to emerge that actually resembled Felix. It wasn’t what I initially planned, not at all. It was much simpler, more of a portrait sketch than a full dynamic piece.
I grabbed my watercolors then, something I hadn’t planned on using. Kept it loose, didn’t fuss too much over the edges. And you know what? I actually started to like what I was seeing. The freckles went on last, just little dabs of paint. And suddenly, there he was. Not a perfect replica, but it felt like him.
So, the final piece is definitely not the grand, detailed artwork I first envisioned. But it came out of a weird, frustrating, internet-less afternoon, and I think that made it kind of special. It taught me a bit about just letting go and drawing, instead of trying to force things. Sometimes the best stuff happens when your plans go completely out the window, and you’re left with just your own thoughts and a quiet room. Who knew a broken internet cable could lead to a half-decent piece of fan art?
