Maybe we shouldall be trying just a little harder
So the other day I was dicking around on the internet and I decided to google my name (like everybody does)and while sifting through obscure references in comic blogs or whatever I came across an interview that my good friend Chris Schweizer did for the indie pulp blog. Chris said some really nice things about Alex and I in that blog. Mostly he made us out to be really tenacious and hard working, and it really touched me that He would say something like that about us, and unprompted at that. Especially because I don't really feel that way about myself anymore. I think that once upon a time I was and it gave me the self confidence to project that image onto myself and the projects that I represented, but the truth is that somewhere along the lines I dropped the fire, I let that confidence in my projects slip away and I'm not sure if the work ethic went with it, but at least any airs that I was doing anything important had.
The truth is that I had been really really depressed since probably about a little after spx. It started out as started out as sort of a slow nagging, but eventually I was missing whole weeks of school, huddled up in the little closet I sleep in, in the dark hiding from my friends and roommates. I didn't really think that any of my friends really liked me that much, I thought that The art collective that I had spent two years trying to build up from the ground and promote to anyone that would listen would collapse in on itself once I left Savannah if it hadn't already, and I was afraid my comics and my art, just weren't going to cut it when compared to my talented pears. All in all it got really heavy, and I got kind of jerky, and the whole thing was a little ugly.
But in the end I think Chris kind of snapped me out of it, at least for a little while. Who am I to sit in self pity when others believe in what I do (apparently more then I do)? I have an obligation to the things I start, and to anyone who ever believed that I was ever tenacious, or hard core or any of that. So thanks Chris. I think I'm going to try a little harder for you.
I drew This little Picture after I read the interview sort of as a declaration to turn it back up to 11, to pick up the fire again, and carry it the rest of the way home.
The truth is that I had been really really depressed since probably about a little after spx. It started out as started out as sort of a slow nagging, but eventually I was missing whole weeks of school, huddled up in the little closet I sleep in, in the dark hiding from my friends and roommates. I didn't really think that any of my friends really liked me that much, I thought that The art collective that I had spent two years trying to build up from the ground and promote to anyone that would listen would collapse in on itself once I left Savannah if it hadn't already, and I was afraid my comics and my art, just weren't going to cut it when compared to my talented pears. All in all it got really heavy, and I got kind of jerky, and the whole thing was a little ugly.
But in the end I think Chris kind of snapped me out of it, at least for a little while. Who am I to sit in self pity when others believe in what I do (apparently more then I do)? I have an obligation to the things I start, and to anyone who ever believed that I was ever tenacious, or hard core or any of that. So thanks Chris. I think I'm going to try a little harder for you.
I drew This little Picture after I read the interview sort of as a declaration to turn it back up to 11, to pick up the fire again, and carry it the rest of the way home.