It has truly been an interesting summer, it has been very freeing to throw myself back into my work on my schedule. I am being productive in different ways than I imagined I would be. My sleep schedule has turned into a really nocturnal kind of setup. I'm most productive when it gets dark, while during the day I do work but it's more spread out.
A recent post on Muddy Colors have answered some nagging thoughts that have kept me wondering for a while. About the nature of working persistently and when to expect results from your efforts. This blog started back in 2007 I, around the time I started attending a visual art program at IRSC in Fort Pierce. Lucky enough to get a scholarship (dues an awesome mentor and friend) despite not having my papers due to a screwed up and botched application. Go forward to 2011 I was graduating from RCAD with a BFA in illustration. In that period of five years I learned more and worked harder than I could have imagined, dealt with a lot of difficulties as well. I took the leap and I was very fortunate to meet people who gave me a shot, they said they saw my drive and desire.
I've been broke, ignored, grieved( I lost my mother to cancer halfway of my last year at Ringling) and out right betrayed during and since graduating. Yet I have kept drawing and though often cursing it and seeming lack of progress(especially professionally) I still love art and the things I learn from it, how I can speak with it. Doubt has rattled me especially this last year as I have been working hard at jobs just to get by and felt myself drifting as far as my chances and potential professionally. Then I read that post and things clicked, I am in this for the long haul. It's true nothing happens overnight, got some art to make.
In any case scans of some recent work.