A Pheonix Rising
Like the pheonix rising from the ashes, Anastasia returns to Club Bedroom. What a horrible month. My apologies for not being contacting anyone but February was so fricking annoying. I know nobody likes to hear complaints, but oh well, I want to rant in my journal about this month to get it out of my system and embrace March.
It started with bronchitis. That was fun. I just love to miss days of Paideia and be unproductive/unable to draw for a week (sarcasm). Losing a tire that lead to about $600 in car repair was annoying, but acceptable.
I'm sure you've read some of the posts about the Cartoon Academy and my mentor ,Guy. I've been going to the academy since 2004 and I've known Guy (cartoonist of Nancy) since I was 17. He's taught me so much about drawing and life in general. He's like a grouchy but wise uncle to me now. Well, I found out he's leaving. He simply can't run the academy in this economy. No one can afford classes. He's also moving to Nashville. I guess you just expect some things to always be there. "I can always just tell Guy, ask Guy, visit Guy...." of course I'll be able to email him, but it's still hard to loose that piece of my life. I usually went down to Simsbury/Winsted four times a month to learn to draw, sometimes work, sometimes pretend to work but just goof off and talk about superheroes. As a non-confirmed Aspie, I get really attached to places and I think of a place as a person in a strange way. Last Tuesday concluded years of seeing Nancy, Captain America, Spiderman, and great old comic heroes surrounding the learning space I knew so well. I couldn't stay to thank Guy in depth because I didn't want to cry like a girl (Lars talking) in front of him. I know it's hard for him, too. He loved that place and he's an excellent teacher. However, I have high hopes for him in Nashville. I think he'll feel at home there. One of the most important things Guy taught me is the value of PERSISTANCE (I'll get into this in a moment). Guy will always keep following his musical and artistic aspirations, and I know he'll find success. I wish the best for him and will remain in contact with him. I thanked Guy quickly, left the class as soon as possible, and had a cold one at the Southwick Inn.
And then for the grand finale...
My effing hard drive crashed. The drama was real. I talked to my computer when I picked it up at Best Buy, probably looked like a psycho, but Julie made a good comparison to Randy Marsh in the "Overlogging" episode of South Park when the country loses internet access. Anyhow...lots of work lost, lots of annoying steps to rebuilding the computer (need to reinstall Photoshop and MS Works-my lifelines) BUT oh well. I'll start over and when I do, the final products will have improved. The art will look better, the re-re-re-rewrites will sound better (and be backed up this time). I named my computer Anastasia since (due to the popular animated Don Bluth film) it means "she will rise again". Alas, shit happens and we move on. Persistance.
And on the flip side, I know I'm lucky to have a job and an apartment right now. I'm lucky I have money to get the computer fixed, and I'm lucky I uploaded lots of work to Deviant Art and Emails.
The computer shaped pheonix rises from the ashes.