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Oh, the irony of my art life.
14 years ago
It's only today after surfing FA for five hours feeling all guilty about not drawing that I've come to see the folly of my actions!
You see, I think of myself as a supporting character of life instead of the main role. Yes, I'm a main character in self-perspective, but my life is a supporting actor in the eyes of the world. And rightly so.
I wish to leave those I come in contact with a little better having met me. I want to make a webcomic that's not only entertaining but graced ethicly as well. I want my art to be a gift.
They say failure is not living life on your terms and having it not work out. Failure is never living your life at all. Failure is paved with good intentions and whatnot. Failure, to me, is my scattered mind picking up a pencil to draw scribbles and smut instead of what I'd like to draw. (not hatin on scribbles or smut :3)
I'm making a blog on how defeated I am by the tremendously daunting task of moving a pencil along paper while people are recovering from a riot, having REAL problems! Have I become the man with two perfectly good hands and feet suffering from a severe case of excutitis, while blind men paint things they've never seen and athletes in wheelchairs play basketball?
My nickname may have fallen into a play on words, but I won't allow my life to do so.
Excuse me.
You see, I think of myself as a supporting character of life instead of the main role. Yes, I'm a main character in self-perspective, but my life is a supporting actor in the eyes of the world. And rightly so.
I wish to leave those I come in contact with a little better having met me. I want to make a webcomic that's not only entertaining but graced ethicly as well. I want my art to be a gift.
They say failure is not living life on your terms and having it not work out. Failure is never living your life at all. Failure is paved with good intentions and whatnot. Failure, to me, is my scattered mind picking up a pencil to draw scribbles and smut instead of what I'd like to draw. (not hatin on scribbles or smut :3)
I'm making a blog on how defeated I am by the tremendously daunting task of moving a pencil along paper while people are recovering from a riot, having REAL problems! Have I become the man with two perfectly good hands and feet suffering from a severe case of excutitis, while blind men paint things they've never seen and athletes in wheelchairs play basketball?
My nickname may have fallen into a play on words, but I won't allow my life to do so.
Excuse me.
jcfynx
~jcfynx
It's cool, dawg.
