Yee.
Drawing makes me happy.
Last Saturday, I did a pretty simple yet moderately detailed one-point perspective drawing for the first page of the manga we're finishing up in my anime class. Just now (I am a terrible procrastinator), I did a sketch of a man running from some random picture, and it looks pretty decent compared to what it would have looked like two months ago. There's a certain kind of thrill in actively having someone critique my art and actually help me improve. I'm getting...Somewhere. And it makes me happy. A few days ago I did a VERY simple vector drawing, and while at the time I thought it was pretty crappy, it looks alright for the first time of me trying to do vectoring that wasn't school related.
I don't know why I don't do it more often. Draw. It doesn't necessarily make me happy all the time...I think it makes me happy when it has more of a purpose, yeah? I can draw for myself all I want, but unless I'm showing it to someone for improvement, or it serves a purpose that will affect someone, hopefully positively, other than myself...It makes me happy. It's good stuff. It's not material. It's not money or a person that treats me however they feel, or an item I can conjure up. It's personally mine; something I can improve so much more over time, something I can hopefully use to imprint some kind of thought or idea to people.
I've been wondering for a while, what is true happiness? For me, is it drawing/art? I hope so. Hmm..
Not much going on. I've been slacking off in the area of reading and studying! I also think a lot differently than I have in the past. It is very freeing, yet Mom keeps me down. Fweh...!
Waffle Jr. is an attention whore!
Last Saturday, I did a pretty simple yet moderately detailed one-point perspective drawing for the first page of the manga we're finishing up in my anime class. Just now (I am a terrible procrastinator), I did a sketch of a man running from some random picture, and it looks pretty decent compared to what it would have looked like two months ago. There's a certain kind of thrill in actively having someone critique my art and actually help me improve. I'm getting...Somewhere. And it makes me happy. A few days ago I did a VERY simple vector drawing, and while at the time I thought it was pretty crappy, it looks alright for the first time of me trying to do vectoring that wasn't school related.
I don't know why I don't do it more often. Draw. It doesn't necessarily make me happy all the time...I think it makes me happy when it has more of a purpose, yeah? I can draw for myself all I want, but unless I'm showing it to someone for improvement, or it serves a purpose that will affect someone, hopefully positively, other than myself...It makes me happy. It's good stuff. It's not material. It's not money or a person that treats me however they feel, or an item I can conjure up. It's personally mine; something I can improve so much more over time, something I can hopefully use to imprint some kind of thought or idea to people.
I've been wondering for a while, what is true happiness? For me, is it drawing/art? I hope so. Hmm..
Not much going on. I've been slacking off in the area of reading and studying! I also think a lot differently than I have in the past. It is very freeing, yet Mom keeps me down. Fweh...!
Waffle Jr. is an attention whore!