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Well this is the second version of a journal I did earlier, which was a pretty long anecdote about my dad (which I'll get to later) that got erased by my stupid, slow computer. But I managed to build up my motivation once again, so here I am. Sorry I haven't written in a while, but I've got some stuff going on and I'm really freakin' lazy, believe it or not.
So what was supposed to be this really long discourse about my dad will now be condensed into a bite-sized chunk of reading.
In January my dad had a stroke. Not a very serious stroke (thank God) but the fact that is was a stroke scared the crap out of me. It messed up his short-term memory for a while but he's all good now. But while the doctors were solving that problem they found another problem in his heart.
My mom told me he need bypass surgery to remove the blockages in his heart. But his folks (siblings) back home (Nigeria) to him to take it by faith and wait. Wait for what? His chest to explode from a heart attack? Screw that! That's not how God works. I believe you do as much as humanly possible, and let Him take care of the rest. So my mom was able to convince him to get the surgery, despite his family's wishes.
We waited three or four hours that morning for the surgery to be over. I was pretty chill the whole time. I still don't know why I don't worry about things of this magnitude, I mean it's freakin' heart surgery for crying out loud. So I have yet to find out what makes me really tick. And then we got a look at the aftermath. My dad was a wreck! He looked so fragile and helpless, gasping for air and having tubes of blood sticking from his chest. I was freaking out in my mind and almost wanted to cry, but I was not about to lose my shit in front of my sister (she later told me she was feeling the same way).
But we both stayed strong. And props to my mom for keeping him company everyday throughout this ordeal, what a trooper. Not to mention the surgery was right before my 17th birthday, but it's all good, because my dad's just fine and relaxing on the couch as I write this. He definitely deserves it
I'll have some info on the stuff I'm working on in the next journal. It'll come sooner this time, promise
So what was supposed to be this really long discourse about my dad will now be condensed into a bite-sized chunk of reading.
In January my dad had a stroke. Not a very serious stroke (thank God) but the fact that is was a stroke scared the crap out of me. It messed up his short-term memory for a while but he's all good now. But while the doctors were solving that problem they found another problem in his heart.
My mom told me he need bypass surgery to remove the blockages in his heart. But his folks (siblings) back home (Nigeria) to him to take it by faith and wait. Wait for what? His chest to explode from a heart attack? Screw that! That's not how God works. I believe you do as much as humanly possible, and let Him take care of the rest. So my mom was able to convince him to get the surgery, despite his family's wishes.
We waited three or four hours that morning for the surgery to be over. I was pretty chill the whole time. I still don't know why I don't worry about things of this magnitude, I mean it's freakin' heart surgery for crying out loud. So I have yet to find out what makes me really tick. And then we got a look at the aftermath. My dad was a wreck! He looked so fragile and helpless, gasping for air and having tubes of blood sticking from his chest. I was freaking out in my mind and almost wanted to cry, but I was not about to lose my shit in front of my sister (she later told me she was feeling the same way).
But we both stayed strong. And props to my mom for keeping him company everyday throughout this ordeal, what a trooper. Not to mention the surgery was right before my 17th birthday, but it's all good, because my dad's just fine and relaxing on the couch as I write this. He definitely deserves it
I'll have some info on the stuff I'm working on in the next journal. It'll come sooner this time, promise
The 10-Minute Drawing WARMUP
I've been doing videos for a while now!
Check this one out for a BADASS drawing warmup.
Pareto Principle In Art study
It's an oft-heard of idea in business, but I'd say that Pareto's 80/20 principle would also apply well to art study.
The Pareto principle is the idea that 20% of the work gets you 80% of the results (may be oversimplified here, but you get the general idea.).
To illustrate, say you have 10 categories of art study:
Perspective
Facial ExpressionInkingColor TheoryLight and ShadeFigure DrawingBackgroundsCompositionRenderingPaintingWhich TWO would you pick to get you the MAJORITY of initial results when making comics?
In comics, or illustration in general, wouldn't you say that if 20 percent of all that you learn is perspective and figu
Is it more effective to craft your style?
Just a quick question to get you thinking about something that's been on my mind for a while now.
Is it more effective to craft your style?
As opposed to sort of just letting it happen naturally over time?
I feel like most people do a mixture of both as they progress, so it's not really a binary, one-or-the-other type decision, or really much to think about :T
But I've spent the week writing an "article" about this idea, until just now deciding to truncate it to get the idea across. If you want to see what I had so far, the link to the unfinished doc with notes is here:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vQHOlrro2oeGP1xwRt89Diy
Retreading
After such a long break, getting back into the swing of things is pretty hard. It's like re-watching a movie you didn't finish the first time; trudging through the beginning to get to the parts you haven't seen yet. That's what it feels like to return to drawing and improving. But I haven't gotten to the improving part yet, lol. I'm still just retreading old ground and re-establishing my old skills, which unmistakably diminished (somewhat -_-).
But I came back with a new understanding of life in general that's basically guiding this whole process. Whereas before, I could easily burn myself out by being too tunnel-visioned on my own conceptua
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I'm really sorry that that happened to you. I mean I know it must have been hard to have to go through all of that, but I can't say I know how you feel, nor will I because I know that's probably the last thing you want to hear. How would a stranger know exactly how you're feeling, right?
I'm just glad that your dad is doing okay
I know you're dad's going to be great and I hope soon it'll be as if non of this ever happened, and life will be normal for you. I'm really sorry this happened to you Ken, and I hope you won't have to go through things like this again.
I'm just glad that your dad is doing okay
I know you're dad's going to be great and I hope soon it'll be as if non of this ever happened, and life will be normal for you. I'm really sorry this happened to you Ken, and I hope you won't have to go through things like this again.