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A Day late, A Buck Short
February 24, 2007 I was browsing through some sites yesterday and I came across these groups of badass artists from Massive Black Inc and ConceptArt. I could not leave the sites before checking out each artist's work, thread, and personal websites. I was like wow..now this is my kind of art.I've always loved drawing ever since I was a kid. Drawing cartoon heroes and battleships. This one time, I had a drawing duel with my bro. We each drew our own original superheroes (with our own made up names and abilities) and sized them up against each other. I never won a single game, he is 16 years older than me though. From wholesome superheroes I moved on to grim li'l beaties as I grew older. All throughout high school and college, all my notebooks get filled with doodles from dudes with num chucks to funny faces of classmates. I never really filled those sketches with color though. Just kinda looked like that picture on the left. That's from Jason Chan by the way. All my sketches were either in ink or pencil. That was the primary reason why I brought a notebook during college. Probably 80% to draw on, 15% for notes and 5% for show. I was just too lazy to follow through on my drawings though, I was too lazy to put them in a sketchbook and color them. Plus I had my music too, so I had to divide my time. Missed that feeling when I'm in the mood to draw, forgetting everything and just letting my hands go . Locked up in my room for hours, skipping meals. I really would have loved studying art full time. But I decided too late. I already wasted 3 damn years on something I wasn't really in to. And when I made the switch, I felt so far behind. But I had a blast in my years in the fine arts though. Loved that whole renaissance art. Had fun drawing them naked chicks with cellulite and them funky dudes with funny weeners. Well, mid twenties now with nothing to show for but this crappy job with my 3×3 hellhole. Story of my life, a day late and a buck short. But I probably will get back on my feet. I'll probably look for my old sketches and make me a new site solely for them too. Neat idea. I'll think about it.
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