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11 years ago
Nonsense following.
Hello folks.
I hope you're all fine and having the time of your life, riding the wave and so on and so forth.
I haven't written a journal in months, though as I wrote some times ago I feel that journals are a thing that is usually skipped by watchers, I myself do so often. Journals remain, still, an appropriate way -I believe- to communicate stuff to those who have chosen to click that "+watch" button on your page. When I'm writing these I usually imagine being at my desk, in a room with those aforemenctioned people, talking to them; they -you, I guess- may choose not to listen, that's ok, but I nontheless have the (haughty? Preposterous?) feeling that my voice will be heard, my words read, if not heeded.
Why am I writing this? Because this is the reason why I don't write many journals: I'm ill at ease at speaking my mind.
With that out of the way I think I'm due to apologize to whomever has watched me recently hoping to see more of my egyptian gods' comic. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to stop doing it, I don't think I will, but still it occurred to me that I haven't uploaded anything on that matter, nor will I anytime soon.
I don't consider myself an artist; I like to draw, I like to write (though most of what I write is just RPG material), all in all I like to make up stuff, but I haven't had any artistic schooling, nor do I have the professionalism when it comes to the artistic endeavours. Professionalism is something that's become very important to me as of late, seeing as that of the archaeologist is my chosen job, one that in my own country is plagued with a lack of acknowledgment and poor working conditions (though, alas, this is something that plagues most jobs in our current ploitical and economical situation).
Why do I draw? I draw because I need to do it to take a load off my chest. Drawing is cathartic to me, but this is not the reason why I post on the internet my drawings, this being to stroke my own ego.
Everytime I read that someone was made to laugh by my comic, every time someone writes my that what I created is nice to look at, every time that someone watches me of favs my work, always I'm thrilled and honestly excited. It made me giddy, for example, reading that someone thought that I drew one of the best Anubis on FA (though I honestly can't say I agree with that statement), I actually showed the comment to my girlfriend -as I was reading it-out of giggidiness (she gave me a *look*).
Once more it might feel that I'm digressing, and perhaps I am, but what I meant to explain is that, due to what I just wrote I feel bad not to provide anything new to people who appreciated my work enough to click that one button that would have let them know if I threw some more bytes to the world wide web. I'm perhaps getting over my head with this, but if I weren't I wouldn't be grinding this gargantuan wall of text here.
Long story short: I'm sorry not to post anything new and worthwhile, folks.
That being said, my life is getting more and more fast and crowded with events every day. I'm studying the skeletons for my thesis, studying geoarcheaology, helping out with the organization of an archaeological event which will take place this sunday at the castelliere ligure of Guardamonte (AL-PV, Italy); having partecipated at some of the previous excavation campaigns there in the past I will be helping out with laboratories for kids like "the job of the archaeologist" or the pottery one. I will be also doing a comic to give out during this event. Anyways, stuff is happing, not always in the way I want them to, but all in all life is good. I'm running out of words so I'd better stop.
Goodnight folks, it's been a pleasure talking to you.
I hope you're all fine and having the time of your life, riding the wave and so on and so forth.
I haven't written a journal in months, though as I wrote some times ago I feel that journals are a thing that is usually skipped by watchers, I myself do so often. Journals remain, still, an appropriate way -I believe- to communicate stuff to those who have chosen to click that "+watch" button on your page. When I'm writing these I usually imagine being at my desk, in a room with those aforemenctioned people, talking to them; they -you, I guess- may choose not to listen, that's ok, but I nontheless have the (haughty? Preposterous?) feeling that my voice will be heard, my words read, if not heeded.
Why am I writing this? Because this is the reason why I don't write many journals: I'm ill at ease at speaking my mind.
With that out of the way I think I'm due to apologize to whomever has watched me recently hoping to see more of my egyptian gods' comic. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to stop doing it, I don't think I will, but still it occurred to me that I haven't uploaded anything on that matter, nor will I anytime soon.
I don't consider myself an artist; I like to draw, I like to write (though most of what I write is just RPG material), all in all I like to make up stuff, but I haven't had any artistic schooling, nor do I have the professionalism when it comes to the artistic endeavours. Professionalism is something that's become very important to me as of late, seeing as that of the archaeologist is my chosen job, one that in my own country is plagued with a lack of acknowledgment and poor working conditions (though, alas, this is something that plagues most jobs in our current ploitical and economical situation).
Why do I draw? I draw because I need to do it to take a load off my chest. Drawing is cathartic to me, but this is not the reason why I post on the internet my drawings, this being to stroke my own ego.
Everytime I read that someone was made to laugh by my comic, every time someone writes my that what I created is nice to look at, every time that someone watches me of favs my work, always I'm thrilled and honestly excited. It made me giddy, for example, reading that someone thought that I drew one of the best Anubis on FA (though I honestly can't say I agree with that statement), I actually showed the comment to my girlfriend -as I was reading it-out of giggidiness (she gave me a *look*).
Once more it might feel that I'm digressing, and perhaps I am, but what I meant to explain is that, due to what I just wrote I feel bad not to provide anything new to people who appreciated my work enough to click that one button that would have let them know if I threw some more bytes to the world wide web. I'm perhaps getting over my head with this, but if I weren't I wouldn't be grinding this gargantuan wall of text here.
Long story short: I'm sorry not to post anything new and worthwhile, folks.
That being said, my life is getting more and more fast and crowded with events every day. I'm studying the skeletons for my thesis, studying geoarcheaology, helping out with the organization of an archaeological event which will take place this sunday at the castelliere ligure of Guardamonte (AL-PV, Italy); having partecipated at some of the previous excavation campaigns there in the past I will be helping out with laboratories for kids like "the job of the archaeologist" or the pottery one. I will be also doing a comic to give out during this event. Anyways, stuff is happing, not always in the way I want them to, but all in all life is good. I'm running out of words so I'd better stop.
Goodnight folks, it's been a pleasure talking to you.
