I just work a lot. I have a responsible job, I do it to the best of my ability. I do not work full time and hope not to have to do that any time soon. I draw whenever I find the time and I have some stuff coming up that i hope to hear your opinions on. I am developing what i think is a new style.
My family can not understand that it is quite possible for me to live off a half time wage and guilt trip me constantly because I am not pursuing a career. Art is the only thing that has made me happy since I was a child in any consistent way. The making of art, experiencing other peoples art, hanging out with other people who make art. The tools and mediums surrounding it are the only objects I truly enjoy consuming. From age 13 to 23 my life was a void, lacking all meaning. I was a machine that did what needed to be done to get by, to survive but never to be happy or feel fulfilled. It was a decade of absolute misery and not to be underestimated, boredom. Utter, deranging boredom. I tried to fill that void with men which ended in heart break. Right now, this is the shit I want to do. I am alive, not just existing. Needless to say my parents hate it.