Grids. Oh grids. Tron would be nothing without you and neither would my drawings. When I'm not tracing like a retard. No tracing this time! Father's day is coming up and before I knew who Iron Man was, my dad was the only one. He used to come home from the gym or a hard days work and exclaim: "I am Iron Man!" and proceed to show some muscle or toss me and my bro around, one under each arm. Crazy. So my dad was always Iron Man to me, not this Tony Stark guy. However, Tony Stark has a much cooler costume and a bajillion more dollars than my dad, so his costume shall be the one I draw. It just occurred to me the other day that I get most of my pictures from the internet. So why, oh why, am I not drawing my grids from the computer?! Why hasn't this bit of brilliance entered my brain before? So I took Mr. Stark, pasted him into a paint program and gridded his butt in 1 inch sections. Ah yes. Easy peasy.
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