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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
Did a little experimenting with Sai and whatnot. Even in visual art we must find our own voice, and I figured that there’s no use in me trying to shape mine to imitate someone else’s.
For the past few days, I’ve been trying to finish a piece that...

Did a little experimenting with Sai and whatnot. Even in visual art we must find our own voice, and I figured that there’s no use in me trying to shape mine to imitate someone else’s.

For the past few days, I’ve been trying to finish a piece that isn’t working out, only because I was trying to make it using a style that, if I were to be completely honest with myself, I wasn’t entirely comfortable with. It’s a beautiful style, one I wish I could at least have half the talent to do. I became very frustrated at the fact that I couldn’t do it properly (or how I imagined “properly” to look like) and ended up erasing and redrawing and erasing some more, until I realized I was spinning in the same self-destructive, downward cycle that caused many of my stories to fall as aborted files inside a cobwebbed laboratory of imaginings. I became upset, but unlike when I was younger, I didn’t give up just yet. A couple of birthdays didn’t just add to my age–it added to the layers upon layers of stubbornness and grit.

So I sat down once more on my bed that needed a bit of dusting off, and thought about the clothes I had to wash, the plates that have been piling up next to my desk, the things that I have to fulfill as a responsible adult who, in all honesty, never wants to grow up. Sitting there, in the silence and solitude, I shut up all the voices in my head for once in my paranoid, obsessive-compulsive existence, and just… drew.

It’s not a masterpiece or anything. But it gave me a little bit of hope.

~Blue Popsicle~
03.08.2017

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