I am a pessimist and I realize it more and more by every day that passes by. But the truth is we all have our own happiness, even us, the ones who never actually see the sun as being bright or the sky – wide and free.
Did you ever get home after a long day of work and when someone asked you “Did you have a good day?” did it happen for you to answer “No.”?
Then you thought about that day and you realized nothing bad had actually happened… just… you didn’t really enjoy that day or nothing that would make you smile happened.
Well, you might not be that pessimist… you might simply be living the wrong life – following the wrong scenario. What is it that makes you happy? Art? Science? People?
Thoughts such as “I mustn’t think about that now. I’ve got to work, to make a living.” are the ones that bring us down the most. It’s us denying our true nature that devours our souls. Forbidding yourself something is not going to make you forget about it, but it will make you remember it whenever you take another breath.
One afternoon I was walking down a small street with my roommate and we saw an old man playing the violin in order to earn some money. He didn’t look that good. He seemed to have a difficult life. And so we started talking about the so much discussed “following one’s dream” topic. I heard things such as “Look what’s going to happen to you if you follow your dreams. Do you want to end up like this?” and I could understand that person’s opinion – it made perfect sense. But then I look at that man’s face I noticed he was smiling. A faint smile, yes, but the truest I’ve ever seen. The only smile I’ve felt touching my heart in my whole life. That was the face of a happy man. Yes. He was happy. And I thought to myself “I want to die with that smile on my face”. That’s not going to happen if I’m not living smiling. And in order to do that, first I must be courageous and live the life I’m longing for.
I tried living by other people’s values and I ended up defying my own. I tried living like them and I failed myself.
So, yes. I am a pessimist and I know it. But what does it matter? I live to get consumed by emotions. So what? I feed off my own sorrow. So what?
“Live fast, die young”? No. But live for yourself. Be selfish about this one thing. Be there for others, but be selfish when it comes to you, since no one is going to be there for you. No one is going to make your own choices. No one is going to save you. No one would ever take the blame for your personal failure, even when they should. So live with no regrets. Live like yourself, not like the one next to you. You’ll feel complete and you’ll never feel lonely again.
And in case you haven’t realized I’m talking about us, artists. What’s so great about us, trying to live like the others? Don’t we have something we’d like to say? Shouldn’t we express it the way we know better? What’s so great about us, repressing our nature? Since we understand the human soul, since we feel so much, we should know better. You’ll be great when you rise through the work of your soul. Do the so-called “impossible” and show them they’re wrong, that you’ll be perfectly fine the way you are. Because we know it’s not impossible, it’s just difficult. And we know we’re just afraid to unleash ourselves and reach the highest peaks of our minds. What’s so great about us, if we do nothing?
Hello! I know it’s been a while since I’ve last posted something. Today, I just felt like writing this.
What I hate about college life – besides the busy schedule – is the fact that I don’t have a scanner here. My friends don’t either. There’s no place where I can get a good quality scan, at least not one I know about.
I don’t have HQ artworks to share, but still I thought I should come back with hands full.
Some of you might recognize my OC, Red Reed Corey. This is an old painting I made using SAI. I've never got the chance to finish it and a few weeks ago I looked for the .sai file all over my computer: it was GONE! I felt as if I was dying inside. The only chance to finish it is for me to start it again.
Another painting I'm not going to finish...
The reason why I hate inking
I left this painting back at home, stuck on a table, covered by a bunch of things, everything one could have done in order to protect it. When I got home for Christmas it looked as if someone had poured water on it and then whipped the water off. You can imagine the tempera got just crazy.
A new watercolor painting I'm dying to post :3
I found a photo I took while painting Predator and I thought you might be interested in how it looked at first.
Details of some new paintings
Me, studying genetics
And a brand new badass character xD
This is it for today. I hope you enjoyed it and I salute you!
What have you been up to all this time?