I'm going through, a period of rather intense artistic self-doubt at the moment. . . I'm seeing so much amazing art everywhere and keep wishing I was as good. There's a strong urge to experiment with myriad different styles and mediums; "what if I try this? Will it make me better?", "will changing this about my technique improve my art?", etc. . . On top of this I have a ridiculous amount of ideas and inspiration at the moment, which is hard because I have to focus on college work, and many of these ideas are unsuitable for college or commercial work for varying reasons. So yea, I'm buzzing pretty hard at the moment and it feels weird. . .
I'd also be grateful for your feedback on an issue I've been thinking about. Is my art somewhat lacking in concept and narrative? I know that a lot of my images are simply visualisations of things, often with little story or meaning behind them, and even when they are from some narrative (like my mooncalf stuff) they're usually just isolated illustrations of specific things within said narrative, shorn of interaction within the story itself. Just pictures to show what something looks like, if you will. . .
To that end, I'm going to try hard to incorporate more interesting concepts into my work, as well as trying my hardest to really push myself technically. Hopefully this will result in a dramatic increase in the quality of my art. Or at worst, a small improvement.
Also recently I've gotten a strong urge to really do something with my mooncalves, instead of just random torture-porn and shit. Despite the pressures of college work I'd like to build them a proper, considered universe to inhabit and storyline in which to do things. This should mean things like history, physiology, anatomical references, other alien races inhabiting the same universe, character concepts, hardware designs, story illustrations and all that jazz. . . This will almost certainly happen at a slow rate, but after I graduate I'd like to spend perhaps a few months really going for it before I have to jump into the big scary world of getting a job (hopefully in the commercial art industry of course).
I don't think I've ever written a cathartic journal before, feels weird, but this is what happens when it's 02:00 and I've no whiskey.
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No feature right now, because I should be asleep already.
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