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Venting time
16 years ago
Bah well never been much of one to do a journal but I'm in a funk and feel the need to spill some beans if you would.
I know my profile says I'm an art whore.. well it's true I am I have a hard drive devoted to furry artwork and why not eh? I wasn't always one though, say eight years ago, I was an artist myself. I use to love to draw and excelled in it quite well sadly I had no scanner back then and my art has been lost or destroyed along the way.
I know your going to ask why I stopped, the answer is shear frustration after I got sick and lost the nerves in my hands and feet. Before you all start saying "Aww, I'm sorry! Why not keep trying!?".
Please don't it bugs me, it's something which urkes me to no end because while yes I can still draw because I have great eye hand skills, but what use to take me maybe two hours takes me two weeks of on an off work (mostly because I get frustrated and have to stop).
If your wondering about my art the few pieces I had scanned were lost due to hard drive failures (hey only 2 since 96' so I'm doing something right) and the hard copies were either ruined or lost when I moved from one place to another... or when I was homeless for half a year.
Though I know a few pieces lived on from me being homeless as I sold a few to random passer byers who seemed to like and take an interest in my current doodle. A bit hard to protect something as delicate as paper and pen/pencil when you can barely keep yourself dry and warm during the fall and winter even in a city like Boston.
The worst part is I've taken up being a cook since my dreams of being an artist died but even in this economy I can't find a job at McDonald or any other fast food joint near me... kinda sad no?
Worst part really is though I have two options...
1) Move back with my mother, older sister and niece (ya I'm the independent one seeing as my sister is 30) whom all drive me nuts.. literally they aren't good for my mental health
2) ....The streets.
I know #2 isn't a great option and there are plenty of you out there already going "Aww, you come live with me!" but really I doubt that is much of a real option.
PS. For those wondering why I don't mention my father... long story short he was the reason I was homeless.
I know my profile says I'm an art whore.. well it's true I am I have a hard drive devoted to furry artwork and why not eh? I wasn't always one though, say eight years ago, I was an artist myself. I use to love to draw and excelled in it quite well sadly I had no scanner back then and my art has been lost or destroyed along the way.
I know your going to ask why I stopped, the answer is shear frustration after I got sick and lost the nerves in my hands and feet. Before you all start saying "Aww, I'm sorry! Why not keep trying!?".
Please don't it bugs me, it's something which urkes me to no end because while yes I can still draw because I have great eye hand skills, but what use to take me maybe two hours takes me two weeks of on an off work (mostly because I get frustrated and have to stop).
If your wondering about my art the few pieces I had scanned were lost due to hard drive failures (hey only 2 since 96' so I'm doing something right) and the hard copies were either ruined or lost when I moved from one place to another... or when I was homeless for half a year.
Though I know a few pieces lived on from me being homeless as I sold a few to random passer byers who seemed to like and take an interest in my current doodle. A bit hard to protect something as delicate as paper and pen/pencil when you can barely keep yourself dry and warm during the fall and winter even in a city like Boston.
The worst part is I've taken up being a cook since my dreams of being an artist died but even in this economy I can't find a job at McDonald or any other fast food joint near me... kinda sad no?
Worst part really is though I have two options...
1) Move back with my mother, older sister and niece (ya I'm the independent one seeing as my sister is 30) whom all drive me nuts.. literally they aren't good for my mental health
2) ....The streets.
I know #2 isn't a great option and there are plenty of you out there already going "Aww, you come live with me!" but really I doubt that is much of a real option.
PS. For those wondering why I don't mention my father... long story short he was the reason I was homeless.
