My father is right.
I cannot be an artist.
I cannot amount to anything.
He was right.
And I was too blinded by my own ambition and dreams to see it.
Too young to understand that I don't know what's right.
Too old to just accept it.
I was wrong.
This whole time.
There is nothing for me in this.
I cannot be an artist.
I am not an artist.
My technical skill? Don't even tell me it's good. It's not. It's not even close to what I wish I were. What people accept in this world.
Not that it'd matter anyway, seeing that art is now going digital.
On that note, I can't do photography for that matter.
Oh, and if you didn't know, I stole my Sakura/Trancpaency style from Miki Ishii.
I stole my cartooning style from Yoshitaka Amano and Tim Burton.
I want to steal Guy Bourdin's fetish and I want to steal Mark Rothko's emotions.
I want Tetsuya Nomura's schemes.
I want HR Giger's feel.
I've stolen everything from everyone, and I will never even truely be able to call it mine.
I am not them.
I am not an artist.
I am nothing.
Devious Comments
it's no different than styles of art. they all originate from somewhere.
how do you make it original?
once copied, you tweak it to your likings. over time, more tweaks are made. once more tweaks are made, the more original it is. soon enough, you have your own style.
your father can't tell you what you can and can't do. that's up to you.
if it were me in your shoes (which i don't exactly know) i wouldn't try to be an artist as profession. an artist as a hobby is probably easier, less stressful, and more enjoyable. trust me on this.
i respect the hard work of hand-art over the ease of creating digital art.
stop being pessimistic
turn that frown upside down
optimism is what this world needs.
one of my recent thoughts is the need of optimism. you should get some of that too.
And photograph...maybe you're not great, yet, but I see some potential in your pictures.
There is never any reason for people to give up hope, but there always is one to gain inspiration.
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~*~ There is naught in this world that is devoid of beauty. To each his/her own, eh?~*~
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That day, that place, in everything, "Thank you."
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