I made this blog site because I wanted to post the things I was working on. I have yet to sell anything or be commissioned for anything noteworthy. I attribute this to not being seen enough. I am not a very boastful person and I like to let my work speak for itself. I hope this site takes some of the weight off my shoulders.
It helps if you read this as if Morgan Freeman was narrating. Because that is what I sound like. Or at least my inner monologue.
Ever since I was little I have been drawing my favorite things. It started out with drawings of my family, then to Kermit The Frog and Sesame Street characters. There is a picture of this somewhere. Once I reached elementary school, I was already known to be an artist. Everyone in the class, (including the teachers) requested drawings of someone for something. The cute girls always had priority. From first to fifth grade I could be found drawing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, X-Men, Superman, various monsters, elaborate scenes of war and caricatures of friends.
When middle school came around I had already established myself as a carefree, funny artist guy. None of that helped me when we moved to another county and thusly, a new school. If you don’t remember middle school, it was a terrible place and time in your life. At least it was for me. The only way I was going to get through it was by having some fun. This meant getting some new friends. Making friends was harder then I had expected. Imagine a place where nearly everyone is over compensating and looking to lash out on the meak simply to establish their social status. Prison comes to mind?
Suddenly, anyone that seemed to have a problem with me… simply stopped having one. After they saw me draw, of course. This would be my course of action for the rest of my school days and most of my adulthood.
When people find out you’re an artist, their expectations of you change. They may not lower and they rarely get higher, but they certainly change. Suddenly, the fact that you do not have much money is acceptable and somewhat noble. I take exception to this.
Somewhere along the way, we decided making art and music for a living is not a “real living”. For some, it is not a way to make a living. I know and accept this. It is the same reason we aren’t all astronauts.
I believe, and most people I know and love believe that Art is my way of living. Whether I make a dime off of it or not- art is going to be the driving force behind everything I do. This, I cannot change.