Who would have guessed one person could have impacted my life so much? I'm glad though, because I know now, whenever I am in artistic rut I can always turn to his work. He did work because he loved to . Not because he had to, and he gladly accepted all those the ugly marks he left on his work because they were a part of the journey. He made doing art everyday his priority and never let overthinking ever stop him.
He made me realize that it doesn't matter what my work looks like, as long as i'm doing it! And I can't depend on bad teachers to motivate me, I need "me" to motivate me. No matter how cliche' that sounds, It's 100% true.
I couldn't be any happier.
He made me realize that it doesn't matter what my work looks like, as long as i'm doing it! And I can't depend on bad teachers to motivate me, I need "me" to motivate me. No matter how cliche' that sounds, It's 100% true.
I couldn't be any happier.
I did those pages in my sketchbook right after my mind exploded. They're not my best but I'm not going to care about, "if it looks amazing or complete." I'm just going to have fun.
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