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Dec. 1st, 2005 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lissa_quon Well modern science actually verified what my mom was trying to tell me about promiscuious artists. Oh yea, and attack of depressive slumps.
So artists are supposed to be more attractive or attention getting and get laid alot more often than the average joe. And I still can't get a date. Sadly I get plenty depressive slumps, just no dates.
Once again I've played the 'I'm a Talentless Hack' game for a bit too long. Basic artist instinct seems to be find artists better than one's self and beat oneself over the head about it. A sort of flagellation excercise, to keep one humble, to keep one driven to improve. Though in the end it starts resembling an excercise of continuous self mutilation.
When this goes on too long and one is already feeling shitty in general this stops doing whatever job it had before. One starts pondering why one thought they could draw in the first place. What had they hoped to accomplish, they don't even deserve the title 'Artist'. They should just burn their sketchbook, sell off their references and give their art supplies to small children.
Right now, I've reached that point. I'm a talentless hack, I do not deserve to be call an artist, I should just quit now and go into becoming an English teacher.
ramble aside, any ideas what stort/characters I could use for the next Foolish Mortal design? I'm drawing blanks, I've got a layout halfway figured, just no sort of theme for it.
So artists are supposed to be more attractive or attention getting and get laid alot more often than the average joe. And I still can't get a date. Sadly I get plenty depressive slumps, just no dates.
Once again I've played the 'I'm a Talentless Hack' game for a bit too long. Basic artist instinct seems to be find artists better than one's self and beat oneself over the head about it. A sort of flagellation excercise, to keep one humble, to keep one driven to improve. Though in the end it starts resembling an excercise of continuous self mutilation.
When this goes on too long and one is already feeling shitty in general this stops doing whatever job it had before. One starts pondering why one thought they could draw in the first place. What had they hoped to accomplish, they don't even deserve the title 'Artist'. They should just burn their sketchbook, sell off their references and give their art supplies to small children.
Right now, I've reached that point. I'm a talentless hack, I do not deserve to be call an artist, I should just quit now and go into becoming an English teacher.
ramble aside, any ideas what stort/characters I could use for the next Foolish Mortal design? I'm drawing blanks, I've got a layout halfway figured, just no sort of theme for it.
