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ribstonpixin · 3 years

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About that

This is the art I do today. I got into pixel art last year and now I’ve got a hand me down tablet, so now I can actually draw. By the time I’m typing this, I’m 24

I’ve always been drawing stuff. Doodles, scribbles in the margins of my school papers. Cartoon characters, swords, guns. It was a lot of things.

But most of my friends did manga

Pretty good manga mind, they were okay at it for their age, and like, i’m a big weeb so this is not a dunk on manga.

It’s about peer pressure.

What I did was no manga, and manga was all that was celebrated. Even our school’s art teacher only praised them, not because she liked manga but because it was “more effort” than my scribbles.

So I grew up never putting much effort into my art, because I thought it was worthless. All I could ever do was zany stuff, and creepy stuff.

Never pretty stuff.

But in the end, with supportive people, I dared get into art, and now I’m making these things.

But it took me much longer than I hoped.

So if you’re out there, feeling bogged down by school or your friends, don’t draw for them, draw for you. Get your stuff out of your heart.

The practice will make you thankful.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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ribstonpixin · 3 years

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