Friday, December 23, 2011

"Kinfolk, where you been, MAN?!"

Wow, I'm surprised to realize that it has been over two years since I've used this account. Of course, that was to be expected considering how much I had gone through within that time period. From financial strife resulting to my animation dreams to be put on hold to trying to keep a steady gig, these previous twenty-five months have been quite tremontrious for yours truly, wouldn't you agree? Currently, I am a dry shipping orderfiller who is trying to keep his productivity quota at no lower than 95% - IT... IS... ROUGH!

On the filp side of things, I am extremely proud to say that my sister, I usually refer to her as "Sister Gal", had tied the knot with a man who I know will keep her elated and comfortable for years to come. They announced their vows at a Las Vegas wedding chapel that was streamed online for the family to see, which was a bit hilarious considering the quality of my mother's antique computer. It took at least fifteen minutes for the stream to pick up and five more minutes for the wedding to actually start - I always joked about Sister Gal not attending to important occasions on time, but it had nothing to do with cold feet, I promise you. Speaking of the wedding, my mother ordered one of the pictures (at least one that wasn't burnt on a CD) online to give to the newlyweds as a Christmas gift. Of course, she had to search far and wide for an 11" x 14" picture frame that matched the interior design of their living room. It's a nice gift clamorating the loving relationship that has blossomed into a marriage.

As for drawing, well... I had such a hard time getting my groove back. After having to withdrawal from school, my confidence has been shaken up, plus I needed to contribute to providing income within the household. The end result was the lapse of time necessary to remain passionate on my drawing capabilities. I have the inspiration and the drive to continue on my artistic journey, but the spark isn't there. It's quite difficult to hold on to your long-term goals when reality digs its foot directly into the opening of your rear end. My apologies for the crass statement there, but that was accurate to my experience up to this point. I'm still practicing yet it is at a slower pace than I desired. I hate being a late bloomer.

This isn't being less pessimistic than it is being realistic, if one could consider it as such. I guess this is God's way of making me a better individual, even if it means having to eat an extra slice of humble pie. I'm still fighting, though.