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Death and Art
6 years ago
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I'm not sure if I've ever articulated this before, but let's begin.
About fifteen years ago, my gramma passed away. She'd been rapidly falling apart from dementia and Alzheimer's for the last seven years or so beforehand.
I suspect most of you are not here to learn about my gramma. What happened next might intrigue you.
After her slow, confusing death, I thought a lot about what I could do to prevent that terribly deteriorating series of events for myself.
Art seemed to be the best solution. It had no real end goal. Learning and curiosity fueled my interest in pursuing an artistic bent to my life.
But how?
I'd been surfing FA for years, right before bedtime. I'd been a fur back in the mid-nineties on FurryMuck and Tapestries, RP-ing with furs from who knows where. A news segment on VancouFur in 2012 provided the spark.
I would make furry art.
Immediately, I dug into making both art and a fursuit. The fursuit never turned out right, but I kept on making art. So much of it was terrible in hindsight, but I quickly learned that it's just part of being an artist. The old stuff sucks, no matter what.
I've never been much of a media consumerist. TV and film kinda bores me. I love reading and am inspired by photography. An avid traveler, I love new and exotic experiences.
Yes, looking back, I seem to return to creating beach scenes exploring the male form, but that is what inspires me. A hot bod on the beach is what I enjoy.
So, what does this have to do with my gramma?
I want to keep improving. I want to keep learning art techniques. I devour art tutorials. I learn from my friends.
This keeps my brain active.
I want to live to be 95. I want to train my brain to keep forming new neural pathways. I want a sense of purpose.
This keeps me going.
This is why I make art.
About fifteen years ago, my gramma passed away. She'd been rapidly falling apart from dementia and Alzheimer's for the last seven years or so beforehand.
I suspect most of you are not here to learn about my gramma. What happened next might intrigue you.
After her slow, confusing death, I thought a lot about what I could do to prevent that terribly deteriorating series of events for myself.
Art seemed to be the best solution. It had no real end goal. Learning and curiosity fueled my interest in pursuing an artistic bent to my life.
But how?
I'd been surfing FA for years, right before bedtime. I'd been a fur back in the mid-nineties on FurryMuck and Tapestries, RP-ing with furs from who knows where. A news segment on VancouFur in 2012 provided the spark.
I would make furry art.
Immediately, I dug into making both art and a fursuit. The fursuit never turned out right, but I kept on making art. So much of it was terrible in hindsight, but I quickly learned that it's just part of being an artist. The old stuff sucks, no matter what.
I've never been much of a media consumerist. TV and film kinda bores me. I love reading and am inspired by photography. An avid traveler, I love new and exotic experiences.
Yes, looking back, I seem to return to creating beach scenes exploring the male form, but that is what inspires me. A hot bod on the beach is what I enjoy.
So, what does this have to do with my gramma?
I want to keep improving. I want to keep learning art techniques. I devour art tutorials. I learn from my friends.
This keeps my brain active.
I want to live to be 95. I want to train my brain to keep forming new neural pathways. I want a sense of purpose.
This keeps me going.
This is why I make art.
But I'm very glad you've got your focus and inspiration in alignment with each other! I've got a lot to learn still, haha.
Keep being you in the way you know how. Thank you for the art you give us. Thank you for being you.
-An otherwise silent fan.