I am an entirely self taught artist. First started drawing around two thousand four, I think, because I never honestly kept track of it. Got discouraged a lot, gave up on it a few times, but then just really said "I'm going to do this", and through meeting other artists, getting critique and suggestion, and critically examining and observing how other artists went about doing their own works, I've begun to figure it out.
Drawing for me continues to be a challenge because most of the time I lack motivation to even want to do it at times. My new job with the FAA also takes up a lot of time too and its not like I can draw at work around mundanes anyway. Also, anytime I put pencil to paper I have this mindset that I want to create something that's able to be appreciated online, rather than just sketches I just see for myself, so most of my practices are incorporated into or found out from doing full drawings.
I am a SoCal resident and I don't anticipate leaving anytime soon, even though this state is abysmal and so rediculous with its outright bullshit laws and way of thinking that at times I think I would be better off somewhere else, most of everything that I've known and grown attached to is here, so here I am. If you're close around the Lancaster area, maybe we can meet.
I make a strong commitment to make it to FurtherConfusion and Califur every single year. Antheria is a smaller convention that I also try to attend as well. Other furcons out of state, less of a chance, but, providing this new job works out and becomes a permanent full time affair, may become possible.
I check back here often hoping to get comments by those that see my work, rather than just glancing at something and moving on. Artists thrive on comment from their peers and fans alike, so if you see something and feel strongly about it, let them know that! Seeing views count up on the submissions is nice, but we can't look into your head and read your emotions you know?
I've returned from West Hollywood, and aside from one incident which utterly and royally pissed me the fuck off in the hour and a half it took to navigate the terribly gridlocked streets, everything went about as good as can be expected. As for the incident? I'm sorry, but I refuse to yield to a taxi driver who decides to be a dick and come flying down a sidestreet the WRONG WAY as I'm attempting to make a right turn onto said side street, and now me and him are nose to nose, and neither of us can go anywhere, and yet he feels fully entitled to do this and continues to push forward until somehow he can squeeze through the narrowest of gaps and basically dickfuck everyone else whose patiently waiting to leave the area.
I could not, ever, live in West Hollywood. Ever. Especially on this night. It seems like all logic, reason, and self govering goes out the god damn window. Must've been six to eight other times where red lights were just ignored and run through,...