There are more emotional tells in the face of this character than you can put into words to describe. You know it’s true. You just have to look. She lost her father when she was eleven. He committed suicide with a gun. She saw him before the police cleaned up the scene of his final act. But everyone tells her that she’s the most beautiful girl that ever lived in her little town. And she doesn’t believe them. But no other kid in town does a better job of taking care of everyone in times of crisis. She can bring people together. And she probably knows more about love than anyone you ever met. You see it in her eyes. You know that it is true.
Maybe I can capture it in a drawing. Maybe I cannot. Not even with digital art tools and help from the AI Mirror app. But doubting my skills is one of the tells that I really am an artist. What I can draw in spite of arthritis in my hands and loss of some percent of my color vision also proves that I am an artist. I do it even with the painful obstacles that must be overcome.
And I can certainly overdo it and make big mistakes. But I know from the Bob Ross Bible that there are no mistakes. Only happy little accidents.
Catch a Falling Star 