Kneeling from the ground, I slowly used the corruption to mold a pair of legs before standing up and creating the stomach.
Moving to the right and left, I formed the two arms before standing up fully to recreate the neck and head.
Slowing down the movement of my hands as I began creating the face, I tried my best to recreate my exact face, using the same nose, eye, and mouth measurements.
Recalling my occasional visits to museums during school field trips as I tried to make figures made of corruption in front of me as real as possible, I sighed.
...I really wasn't an artist... in the slightest.
I wasn't an artist; I never claimed to be an artist... but here I was, making a self-portrait.
In comparison to the sculptures of Michelangelo, I didn't even think mine had the honor of being within 100 miles of it.
Finishing the face, I moved up to the head, creating small noodles of corruption and sticking them together to resemble my hair.
