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Posted 2023-02-28 20:07:03 (edited)
What started me off on my art journey as a kid was all the crazy stories, characters, and worlds I had; and the need to put them down on paper and make them real. I'd see amazing, breathtaking art online, and it would spark fountains of creative ideas and thoughts. I'd see scenes of a giant fire-breathing dragon, fighting armies. I'd see pictures of giant castles and alien planets, or even just a peaceful cat drinking from a river; and they all would light up that creativity in me and the urge to make my own art. Make my own worlds, draw my own adventures and scenes. It filled me with a "GO, GO, GO" drive, to always make my art better, always rework and fill out my stories, and overall what gave me motivation to improve myself… But now… after years of doing my own art, now when I look back on those pieces- I understand how they were made, what method was used to make this particular style or that effect. Not only that, but now I notice; Hey, that castles colors are too flat, they should have added more tones. The lighting in that army scene is all messed up. That cat drinking from a stream, its anatomy proportions are all off… All the things that used to fill me with such creative energy, now have lost their magic in a way. Seeing the things that always drove and inspired me, now sort of fading away into just regular artwork when they used to fill me with such passion, and I dunno it kinda makes me really sad… Never meet your hero's amirite? Lmfao |
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Posted 2023-03-15 03:05:42
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