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No matter how wonderful our dreams, how noble our ideals, or how high our hopes, ultimately we need courage to make them a reality. Without action, it's as if they never existed.
-Daisaku Ikeda
lately i've been drawing a lot and contemplating my life as an artist (or lack thereof). wondering what it would be like if i never stopped believing in myself and diligently training myself to draw all sorts of stuff that i hate to draw because i suck at it and then getting better. because now, i suck. i gave up years and years and years ago and then thought "hey, i want to make a comic!" and so i did... and over the course of that comic, i got MUCH better... but then i gave up... and now i suck. again.
i do realize i am waaaaay better at painting/oil pastel/"real" art... but that's not good enough for me for some reason. i want to draw sexy zombies and punk girls and have interesting plots and shit. wth.
and then... i realized i'm not dead. i'm 23. i feel pretty confident i could be a better artist if i wanted to... because one of my biggest dreams was to be a comic book artist.
but in the long run...i'll probably be much happier as a physical therapist. (hopefully, i will start classes next year) and probably help a lot more people...
but i still really want to make comics. :/
it's a weird time when you realize that the only thing holding you back in your life is... you.
here's a list of my goals for my life so that one day i can look back and realize i've achieved them all:
1. have a happy relationship
2. help people in the health field somehow
3. make comics even if i'm the only one who likes them
4. finish at least one novel (preferably the one i'm writing)
5. help the gay community in some way
6. be happy.
-Daisaku Ikeda
lately i've been drawing a lot and contemplating my life as an artist (or lack thereof). wondering what it would be like if i never stopped believing in myself and diligently training myself to draw all sorts of stuff that i hate to draw because i suck at it and then getting better. because now, i suck. i gave up years and years and years ago and then thought "hey, i want to make a comic!" and so i did... and over the course of that comic, i got MUCH better... but then i gave up... and now i suck. again.
i do realize i am waaaaay better at painting/oil pastel/"real" art... but that's not good enough for me for some reason. i want to draw sexy zombies and punk girls and have interesting plots and shit. wth.
and then... i realized i'm not dead. i'm 23. i feel pretty confident i could be a better artist if i wanted to... because one of my biggest dreams was to be a comic book artist.
but in the long run...i'll probably be much happier as a physical therapist. (hopefully, i will start classes next year) and probably help a lot more people...
but i still really want to make comics. :/
it's a weird time when you realize that the only thing holding you back in your life is... you.
here's a list of my goals for my life so that one day i can look back and realize i've achieved them all:
1. have a happy relationship
2. help people in the health field somehow
3. make comics even if i'm the only one who likes them
4. finish at least one novel (preferably the one i'm writing)
5. help the gay community in some way
6. be happy.