Nostalgia Showcase
I used to watch Mummies Alive, when I was about eleven or so. As if that isn't an embarrassing enough admission, you should've seen what the fandom was like--Mary Sues were standard and the highest-profile ones got dibs, romantically, on the show's characters. In fact, the Mary Sues interacted with each other in a big universal fan story; their character profiles often had entries on how they got along with the other original characters. The whole experience was weird but kind of interesting.
Unlike with Creamy Mami, I don't have many fond memories of either the show or the fandom. I looked it up again tonight out of curiosity and found that I can still remember some of the fans' names. I also remember that for some reason, the fandom gave me a burning ambition to be a better artist--not because the art was horrible or anything but because there were a couple of artists who weren't bad (I say this now; at the time, I thought they were utterly amazing) and I wanted so much to be a good artist like them. When I see a piece of beautiful art, there's this manic feeling like my heart's going to leap out of my chest just from looking at it. It was, strangely, that unfocused desire that propelled me to draw furiously for a year, getting me past that first crisis period where most people give up on art. I'd almost forgotten about how that felt, and that that feeling was what I was aiming for all this time.
I feel kind of embarrassed by this admission. So. Yeah.
Unlike with Creamy Mami, I don't have many fond memories of either the show or the fandom. I looked it up again tonight out of curiosity and found that I can still remember some of the fans' names. I also remember that for some reason, the fandom gave me a burning ambition to be a better artist--not because the art was horrible or anything but because there were a couple of artists who weren't bad (I say this now; at the time, I thought they were utterly amazing) and I wanted so much to be a good artist like them. When I see a piece of beautiful art, there's this manic feeling like my heart's going to leap out of my chest just from looking at it. It was, strangely, that unfocused desire that propelled me to draw furiously for a year, getting me past that first crisis period where most people give up on art. I'd almost forgotten about how that felt, and that that feeling was what I was aiming for all this time.
I feel kind of embarrassed by this admission. So. Yeah.