So…I bore easily. Really, REALLY easily and art has always been the way I daydream. It allowed me to create whole worlds and explore trains of thought otherwise denied to me. I couldn’t imagine NOT having the ability; it is my mutant power after all.
But I did lose it. Which should have been a sign that I’d lost myself as well, but I didn’t notice in the mess that my sanity was becoming. In the end I lost everything I cared about and did some inpatient time in a mental care facility.
Yeah, not my best moment. But it doesn’t even make the top ten list, so no worries.
One of the things that they offered me, besides a lot of pills, was a chance to draw. They were stunned at what I could do; so was I, having almost completely forgotten. By degrees, I rebuilt me. By hand.
You could say art saved me. I regained my sense of self. Accepted a new role with my family. Got a new job. I turned it around.
Art was there when I was down and out. Now I draw everyday. I have customers, which I still find weird, hahaha. I’m content.
No happy ending. But my happy place is only a thought away.
Slowly starting to find my target market for my art. Much like a Google search, it required me to wade past all the porn first.
I pretty much get all the usual requests; my girlfriend naked, movie star naked, cosplay/fictional character naked, etc. There’s only one problem…
…I almost never see women walking around naked daily.
Now ladies I will give guys this: yoga pants and spandex (A.) aren’t clothing and (B.) leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. I feel comfortable in my underwear too. But I don’t wear them in public…
Having said that, I find myself drawing a lot of physically fit women. So I’ve decided to draw them the way they look working out.
It’s not an empowerment choice as much as it is me personally not wanting to be that guy who can only draw pin ups.
I want to draw anything I want and have my patrons believe I can. Otherwise I get to be one more in a sea of tna artists. That doesn’t sound like growth to me. Do what you love, sure. But who says love is supposed to be stagnant?