Art Funk

I don't have anything to post and the few sketches i do have suck major ass. I've always lied to myself as to why I never get any work done or why my work hasnt improved but the truth of the matter is I;m not good. Really i suck so much shit it's unbelavible. To explain I now only work nights part time, this said I should be drawing my arse off but instead I just keep beating myslef up by looking at all the other websites of aritst i admire and thats cool cause in the past it's always inspired me to try what they did and in trying I end up creating something new and away from my "comfort zone" which by the way I don't have one really. It's weird I used to be real good at art. it was never something I felt I had to study or learn or master. It was just fun, I would always be drawing and painting or sculpting for me! not for a fucking grade or aproval or anything like that. No it was for me but it's funny how a person can let another fuck them up so much.
My person was my dad a pretty good illustrator and photo retoucher (before the days of photoshop kiddies) His problem he fucking sucked as a busniessman. So when I would show him my work and he was feeling shitting he tear me down. He said he was just critquing my work but there was never anything he liked about my work, only what was wrong with it and when I told him I would like to become a comic artist or animator. He would give me a hundred fucking reasons why I'd never make it. I wish he would just have said well Kevin those are good goales lets work out a list of what you need to do to make it a reality. Nope that didnt happen and I know I'm whinning like a little girl and in the Mcleod house we HATE little whining girles.

Well I know no one looks at this site so I'm no longer worried about what I say or what I post, fuck it lifes to short and I have my own famliy now and my own son. So really I should get my head outta my ass and look foward instead of always looking behind at how things could of been or should of been. So my dad was a ass big fucking deal. Alot of folks have had worse shakes then me.

So weve figured out one of the things that seems to be holding me back and thats my memories of my dad. The second one I've developed from the first and thats fear! Fear of failure fear of getting it right and having to repeat the process. This one will simply have to be sholderd by ALWAYS DRAWING NO MATTER WHAT! Sure easy to say or type but that bitch of a deamon self doubt sure can be a mofo to keep quit. Is that how you spell quit or it that quit like quit looking at me? Whatever no one looks at this anyway. Well I post soon my son is crying.....

bye