I drew a chimera for a project!
i always see advice to artists from abled guys thats like “draw every day even on the days where you feel totally uninspired and like you cant even pick up a pencil” and i actually think that advice sucks and is terrible because some of us will spiral out of control into horrible depressive episodes if we force ourselves to draw on days where we feel terrible and end up with something less than spectacular so my advice to artists is “take breaks and love yourselves”
Okay, but the draw everyday advice isn’t about drawing to get a masterpiece or even good work. Its about practice. You are drawing to practice shapes, lines, hand control. It doesn’t matter if you think it’s “spectacular” or not, its exercise.
I mean, yeah, take breaks if you want. But like I said, the exercise isn’t about producing inspired work, it’s just practicing the elements that will help you create inspired work whenever you feel you’re ready to produce it.
mfairchild said: He sounds wonderful. So sorry for your loss.
Thank you! He really was wonderful.
Thank you so much.
My dad passed away friday morning.this is a very sad and rough time for me, as I was very close with him.
In 2012, he was hospitalized for almost two months. I made the hour and a half drive to the hospital every day and saw him, having lunch with him, watching him nap, staying late to watch tv with him.
After he got out of the hospital, I put off getting a full-time job (a week before the hospitalization, I had just moved back from being across the country. Everyone tells me it was really good timing, because I was able to be there.) to take care of him, drive him to appointments and physical therapies, make him meals. Eventually, when he got a bit better, we’d go on father-daughter dates to the movies. I don’t think he cared what movie we saw, he just liked getting out. I didn’t really care either, I just liked being able to spend time with him.
He was always very supportive of my creative endeavors. He loved Captain Spaceman, even when it was just a small little comic I did. I’m very grateful he got to see the book get published. He was actually the first person to buy it.
He loved his nephews, my brother’s kids, so much. They were very much “Papaw’s boys”. There’s no shortage of pictures we have with them sitting on his lap, watching cartoons on Sunday mornings. He looked forward to them spending the night every weekend, a kind of ritual we’ve had since the oldest one was born.
He was incredibly smart as well. He graduated with a masters +20. He taught Honors English, English, Photography, and was head of the Tech Team at the local high school. He was also involved with the year book club and took sports pictures for the local paper. A lot my childhood consisted of going to high school sports events with him on Friday nights, hanging out on the bleachers until he was done.
This August, I moved in with my sister, two hours away, so I could finish school. He was doing much better, and while I still had some anxiety leaving, I did because I knew it would make him proud to finally see me graduate. I still came back every weekend to help out with the boys.
Its strange finding things around the house that he bought this past week. Like last weekend, I made a joking comment about having to bring soda from my sister’s place because my parents don’t keep any in the house anymore since Ive moved. Well, this evening, I found a bottle of Diet Mountain Dew (my favorite) by the kitchen table. Mom said he had gotten it for me earlier this week. She also told me that he felt terrible about one of my mugs. It was one that had thermal paper on it that would show constellations when it was hot. Apparently it had gone through the dishwasher when it was supposed to be handwashed and the paper had ripped off. She said he spent the good part of last week trying to find another one online for me. I just wish I could have told them that it’s okay, the mug isn’t what’s important to me. He is.
And that’s just how he was: super thoughtful, wanted everyone else to be happy.
I’m going to end this because it’s getting really hard. I just loved him so very much and I miss him a lot.
So please, love your dads a little bit more from now on, maybe give them a hug for me next time you see them.