Keeping the Shit Going...
Well here I am: Week 3. Last week was all about setting up the foundation to help me reach my goal, and this week it's all about smoothing out the kinks in the schedule.
Here's a recap of the previous week: I drew; I made more space in the garage to work in; organized my stuff so that I know what I have; I drew; threw away junk; drew some more; kept up on the comics news and biz; revised the drawings I did; studied other artists work habits, ethics, methodology, etc...; revised the drawings some more; started to develop a "plan" for my artwork; drew again (mental note: get more blue pencils); excised just a wee bit; I drew again bitch; I thought about my artwork bitch; I discussed my artwork; I discussed art; I strung up a noose in the garage...well you get the picture. So that was last week, this week I have to really pull it tighter to get some pages and pin ups done by Comic Con. I have to have a strong portfolio to even compete, and really put some stuff in there that is good. All that is going to require one thing: "ganas"
And what is "ganas"? That is the Spanish term, or phrase, which basically means having the balls, the will, and/or the desire to get something done. Now I'll be honest, my track record in having "ganas" fluctuates. Sometimes it's on and no one can stop me, I do shit that even amazes me. Other times, I feel like I have the consistency of Vlade Divacs (for those non sports people, Vlade is the center for the Lakers, sometimes he comes out and plays a hell of a game and other times he just comes out). The thing is, I don't have time not to have "ganas". I don't have time for tomorrows, or yesterdays, or mistakes in the past or uncertainties about the damn future. It's all about the now. It's all about losing the fear and showing my big, fat, hairy sack. I have to insure myself that I can do this; that I can make it in, and then stay there. Breaking in is just the beginning, once I get past that point, the hard part will be setting myself aside from the rest to have some longevity in the biz (but that's a story for another blog). In fact, I can't not make it. This is what I've always wanted to do, except that I was an asshole about doing it. I don't have a backup plan that is worth a damn to make me happy (except for finding money someway to independently publish), so this isn't an option.
This week then turns into the make (or break) week. I have to finalize those components to help me build not only a portfolio of my artwork, but a good, solid work ethic as well. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a total lazy bastard, but the hurdle this time isn't a physical one, it's mental. The hurdle is me, it's my fear. That's the only thing keeping me from my goal. But I'm dealing with it, I have no choice. I have to do it, for reasons I can't even define. It's like 5o cent the rapper said in one of his rhymes: "I didn't choose this life, it chose me". So whether I'm tired, sick, angry, happy, castrated, etc...it doesn't matter...I go on with it. See you in the funny pages, or in the funny farm...
Here's a recap of the previous week: I drew; I made more space in the garage to work in; organized my stuff so that I know what I have; I drew; threw away junk; drew some more; kept up on the comics news and biz; revised the drawings I did; studied other artists work habits, ethics, methodology, etc...; revised the drawings some more; started to develop a "plan" for my artwork; drew again (mental note: get more blue pencils); excised just a wee bit; I drew again bitch; I thought about my artwork bitch; I discussed my artwork; I discussed art; I strung up a noose in the garage...well you get the picture. So that was last week, this week I have to really pull it tighter to get some pages and pin ups done by Comic Con. I have to have a strong portfolio to even compete, and really put some stuff in there that is good. All that is going to require one thing: "ganas"
And what is "ganas"? That is the Spanish term, or phrase, which basically means having the balls, the will, and/or the desire to get something done. Now I'll be honest, my track record in having "ganas" fluctuates. Sometimes it's on and no one can stop me, I do shit that even amazes me. Other times, I feel like I have the consistency of Vlade Divacs (for those non sports people, Vlade is the center for the Lakers, sometimes he comes out and plays a hell of a game and other times he just comes out). The thing is, I don't have time not to have "ganas". I don't have time for tomorrows, or yesterdays, or mistakes in the past or uncertainties about the damn future. It's all about the now. It's all about losing the fear and showing my big, fat, hairy sack. I have to insure myself that I can do this; that I can make it in, and then stay there. Breaking in is just the beginning, once I get past that point, the hard part will be setting myself aside from the rest to have some longevity in the biz (but that's a story for another blog). In fact, I can't not make it. This is what I've always wanted to do, except that I was an asshole about doing it. I don't have a backup plan that is worth a damn to make me happy (except for finding money someway to independently publish), so this isn't an option.
This week then turns into the make (or break) week. I have to finalize those components to help me build not only a portfolio of my artwork, but a good, solid work ethic as well. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a total lazy bastard, but the hurdle this time isn't a physical one, it's mental. The hurdle is me, it's my fear. That's the only thing keeping me from my goal. But I'm dealing with it, I have no choice. I have to do it, for reasons I can't even define. It's like 5o cent the rapper said in one of his rhymes: "I didn't choose this life, it chose me". So whether I'm tired, sick, angry, happy, castrated, etc...it doesn't matter...I go on with it. See you in the funny pages, or in the funny farm...
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