I just wanted to reblog this because it’s so true.
I’m so happy that I just started drawing my comic one day, it has taught me so much more than just prepping for the comic would have.
I think that people forget that stuff like reference images, turnarounds, maps… that’s often stuff done by a team of people FOR a team. Production art is very attractive, and it’s fun to do, but ultimately, if you’re alone in your team, the preparation material is only needed if you feel it’s needed.
The purpose of most stuff like turnarounds is to insure stuff stays on model. Chances are, if you’re the only person doing it, you’ll be on model. And trust me that I say your model will evolve over time anyways because you’re not making a movie – you’re making a story that will span over a large amount of time. As demonstrated :
The “just start your comic rule” doesn’t mean “start without preparation”, but rather “start with the preparation level you feel comfortable with”. If you’re spending a lot of time on preparation rather then pages and story because people make you believe it’s a requirement, then you are definitely not in your comfort zone. There is not obligatory quota of preparation to meet to make a good comic. Find your zone. Then just start.
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
This is why I always say I wanna marry some one that’s my best friend.
this is why communication is so key and you can’t be afraid to talk about shit
i’ve entered friendships with this mindset and will enter any relationship with the same mindset
2017 is the year of… doing more w/ your original characters & stories. talk about them more. develop them more. they’re yours. they’re good. have fun w/ them
Captures my feelings pretty well. Captioned for the signing impaired.
And a transcript for anyone who can’t read the captions:
I want to talk about a video that’s getting a lot of attention right now on Facebook, the one about Samsung setting up a video call center for Deaf people in Turkey. The video starts with a Deaf guy out and about with his sister, out doing their regular thing—errands, etc. Throughout the course of the video, people on the street are signing to him—on the street, in a cafe—much to his surprise. By the end we find out a video call center has been set up, and there’s much hugging, embracing, and even a few tears as people see his reaction.
YALL SEE HOW MADHOUSE INC PRODUCES MIRACLES??????? LOOK AT THE ANIMATION
GOD
THERE’S NO FUCKING WAY I’M MISSING THIS NOW.
anime is saved
I’m literally brought to near tears when i realize how much this work has grown.
In 2009 the series started as a webcomic self-published and drawn by author under the moniker “ONE”. (Chapter 17)
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In 2012 the series garned so much attention it was later redrawn in manga format by Murata Yuusuke (Eyeshield 21).(Chapter 18)
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And finally in 2015 the series became so popular in got an anime. So over the course of 6 years, ONE went from a modest webcomic artist as a side hobby to a well recieved author with both a manga and an anime.
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While you may be running down hard on yourself for quality- or unsure if you should bother pursuing your simple talents- there’s always a chance that one of your talent- even the ones you might not think of- could amass something great.
Some people draw nice, clean art in their sketchbooks. Some people work best when they’re churning out page after page of crap until one nice drawing emerges. One style may be more photogenic but neither is better than the other. The only thing holding you back is the idea that what you put in a sketchbook SHOULD look a certain way, when in reality sketchbooks exist so you can scribble, mess around with new things, and make art that’s less than your best! If you don’t want to “ruin” a nice sketchbook than just grab a stack of printer paper. Thank u for reading. Do your best kids. Go make some ugly sketchbooks
I once had an animation teacher tell me never to put anything finished in a sketchbook because it defeated the purpose of having the book in the first place. Back in College i didnt really believe him but honestly now I can see where he came from. A Sketchbook is for learning how you progress and form ideas into images, and putting finished work into your book can sort of break up that flow of fragmented progression, but its not a set rule obviously!
My sketchbooks are for real the ugliest thing because I do all my moderately nice art on the computer these days now that I basically always have a tablet PC on hand and my sketchbook is full of nothing but 100% thinking out loud garbage that looks like it came out of a hairbrush. Like, room schematics, floorplans, environment thumbnails that mean nothing to anyone but me, but they do their job and help me sort out all my business. I thought I lost one once at a restaurant for a few days until it resurfaced and was just like OH NO ALL MY ENVIRONMENTS ARE GONE like yeah take pride in your sketchbook full of meaningless wiggles because it means you’re working the kinks out.
I asked my dad if I have ever made him cry in front of me before, because I don’t remember ever seeing him cry. He said, “Once.” He told me that when I was 3 years old, he laid out a pen, a dollar, and a toy of some sort in front of me. He wanted to see which one I would pick. I think that a lot of Chinese people do that… It represents what you’ll value most when you grow up. Like the pen is intelligence, money, is well, money, and the toy is fun. He was just doing it out of curiosity and boredom. It was interesting for him to see which one I’d pick anyway. He said that I just sat there and stared at the items. He sat across from me and waited patiently. According to him, I crawled towards them, he held his breath, and I pushed everything aside and went right into his arms. He didn’t realize that he was one of the choices. And that was the first, and the only time I made him cry.
Whenever I feel annoyed at people I just do my best to work harder and be a more realized version of myself. Instead of being petty I just hyper focus on doing me. Honestly do you want to fall not ever knowing who took you
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