*whispers* what if Usagi and Yuichi were brothers? š
Since Iāve already been asked for clarification about these guys on discord, ig Iāll share some of my HCs:
Usagi is 16/17, and Yuichi is 13
Theyāre both Miyamotos (obvi, theyāre brothers)
Yuichi is kind of a composite of Netflix Yuichi and Yuichi Yamamoto from the comics
As an homage to Netflix Yuichiās hero worship of his ancestor, my Yuichi thinks his big brother is the coolest person ever (big āmy brother can beat up your brotherā vibes)
In fact, Usagi is the main reason why Yuichi want to learn how to fight; he wants to be just like his big brother
In turn, Usagi adores Yuichi, and heād do anything for his little brother
Even if he is a pain in the ass
The brothers almost exclusively refer to each other with nicknames, like āYuiā (Usagi), or āUsaā and āscar faceā (Yuichi)
I imagine their situation is like Mako and Bolinās: a young man forced to take care of his little brother at an early age due to unfortunate circumstances that left them without a proper guardian
I havenāt really thought about the specifics of their backstory too much, so idk what those circumstances are. Maybe their family/home was lost amidst the fallout of the Krang invasion? (oh yea this is technically connected to a rottmnt shitpost I made a while ago, so this au is set in the rottmnt universe)
Regardless, Usagi tends to take odd jobs around the Hidden City to provide for Yuichi
Thatās all I got so far. Maybe Iāll revisit this and expand on it later š¤·š½āāļø
+ some memes to illustrate their dynamic a bit more
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Iāve been drawing for a long as I can remember
Some of my earliest memories of drawing were from when I was a young child, when I was trying to teach myself to draw love hearts by drawing a still life of my apple-shaped Polly Pocket play set, and doodling snowmen and flowers on my bedroom window with special window markers my mom got me
I never had any formal art education growing up, and the fact I became a decent artist even though I was self-taught became a point of pride for me
It wasnāt until I was in middle school that self doubt and insecurity started to imbed themselves into my mind and disperse that pride, bc thatās when I finally met other kids my age who were also artists like me
That didnāt really bother me at first, bc I was mostly just excited to meet other kids who liked drawing as much as I did, but then I began doing something thatās impacted my work and my self esteem for years to come
I compared my art to theirs
I looked at how much more technically proficient their art was in comparison to mine, how much more polished their drawings were in comparison to mineā¦ how their art generally looked better than mine
That budding self consciousness didnāt stop me from drawing, I loved making art too much to let my newfound self doubt keep me from engaging with my favorite hobby, but it did shape how Iād see my own art from that point on
Fast forward to day two of my freshman year of art school, and my Drawing Foundations instructor had my class sit around the model stand in the center of the studio, where she had placed a bunch of random still life objects that she wanted us to draw (for clarification, she only wanted us to draw one object of our choosing, bc there were a lot of objects in front of us and we only had like 30 minutes to work)
As everyone else started to work, I took a moment to decide which object Iād choose to draw, which already put me on edge bc another insecurity I developed over the years was that I work slower than other artists, so the fact I didnāt start drawing immediately like everyone else didnāt make me feel very good
As such, my slow pacing was a big factor into deciding to draw the object that was directly in front of me: a small, plastic rocking horse for babies
When my instructor ended the exercise, she had us line up our drawings on the large window sill so we could all look at our collective work. I was a bit nervous bc I wasnāt fully satisfied with my rushed drawing, but I did what I was instructed to do
And when I took a step back to look at all the drawings side by side, I felt crushed
Bc while I was struggling to finish a drawing of a simple baby toy in time, everyone else made drawings of the various vases, flowers, fruits, and the lone longhorn skull that looked more complete (or ābetterā) than mine
Idk why my immediate next thought made such an impact on me, especially when it was never really something I worried about too much before that day, but after seeing all the drawings we made, I thought to myself, āmy drawing is so juvenile compared to everyone elseāsā
What exactly made it ājuvenileā? Well, nowadays I couldnāt really tell you, but back then I wouldāve said it was bc of 2 reasons:
My personal drawing style didnāt look as āmatureā as everyone elseās (Idk what that means, but thatās how I felt at the time)
I was the only one in my whole class who chose to draw the rocking horse (the only object on the stand that had bright colors and was explicitly a toy for kids)
I spent the rest of the class feeling insecure about my childish rocking horse drawing, so much so that I almost had a breakdown some time afterwards (Iād go on to have at least two of those over the next four years, but for completely different reasons)
It was during that particular low moment, when I was on the brink of crying over something as insignificant as a dumb drawing of a toy, that I finally had enough. I realized that I wasnāt gonna survive art school if this was how I felt about every piece I made moving forward. And more importantly, I just didnāt want to keep feeling the way I did anymore; those were feelings Iāve had for 8 years at that point, and I was tired of feeling so bad about the art I made when I used to be so proud of it
So, at that moment, I made myself a promise: I was going to stop comparing my work to others
It wasnāt easy, especially early on, but I realized I needed to let go of my insecurities if I wanted to improve (in relation to both my art and my mental state), soā¦ I tried
I tried to stop thinking about how I couldnāt execute a technique as well as someone else. I tried to remind myself that itās ok that I couldnāt finish an in-class assignment while others could. I tried to explain to myself why it was okay if my art looked (or simply was) ājuvenileā, especially if making the piece ultimately made me happy. I tried to think of all the things about my art that I did like, things that could only be found in my work and no one elseās
It took a while, but Iām proud to say that my efforts eventually paid off, and I was eventually able to stop comparing my art to otherās
And from then on, I felt so much better about the art I produced, whether it was for school or for myself
Being able to make art again without those insecurities weighing me down was incredible, and my newfound confidence kinda reflected in the quality of my work as well
The reason why Iām sharing all of this is bc I recently saw someone express very similar feelings of insecurity over their own art being āchildishā, and I shared my own experiences and advice with them in hopes itād help them feel better about their work. And after a bit, I realized that this person is most likely not they only one thatās currently dealing with these feelings of inadequacy. Maybe you, the artist whoās reading this right now, feel the same way about your own work. Or maybe you know an artist, either in person or online, who feels this way. Regardless, I figured that if I was able to help that one person I reached out to personally, then hopefully by publicly sharing my experience and the advice I gave to them, I can help someone else
Whether your work looks āworseā than that of other artists is inconsequential. Art isnāt a competition or a race, as no two artists will ever have the same experiences, pacing, preferences, or goals. Thereās no need to compare yourself to anyone else bc no one else will ever make art the way you do, and thatās not a bad thing by any means
And most importantly, art is subjective. Thereās no definitive scale for whatās āgoodā or ācompellingā or even āchildishā, there isnāt even a universal basis for what constitutes as āartā to begin with, so any judgements people make about art are entirely personal to the ones making said judgements
For example, my little cousin made a painting a few years ago, when she was still a child, and when I first saw it framed on their living room wall, I honestly thought it was an abstract piece by some professional artist. It wasnāt technically impressive in the sense that you couldnāt believe a child was skilled enough to make something like it, bc it was honestly just a bunch of scribbles and lines that youāve probably seen in any other painting made by an inexperienced child. However, to me, the placement and weight of those scribbles and lines seemed so intentional, it gave me the impression it was a purposeful abstraction of a building made by an adult with artistic experience
Hell, in my third year of art school, I cited Leonid Afremov as one of the artists I admired/drew inspiration from during my final crit, and after I showed my professor one of Afremovās paintings, he told me to my face that he thought I, an amateur artist, was a better painter than Afremov
In order for you to understand my disbelief and flattery at that statement, this is the painting I made that was being critiqued that day
And this is one of Afremovās paintings that I showed my professor
Do I agree with my professor? Do I think Iām a better painter than Leonid Afremov?
No, absolutely not; do you see that painting??
But thatās kinda my point: I donāt think my work is anywhere near that of Afremovās, but my professor saw something in my art, something āweirdā, that he valued more than whatever he saw in Afremovās work. Something not even I could see myself, even to this day
Simply put, while you might not think highly of your work, while you might believe itās unimpressive or āchildishā in comparison to the works of other/more experienced artists, other people wonāt see your art the way you do. In fact, they might be impressed by it, and the idea that itās āchildishā might not even cross their minds. Or maybe it will, but it either wonāt change how much they like it, or itāll make them like it even more
If you feel as insecure about your art as I used to, I urge you to try. Any time you feel like your work isnāt as āmatureā, polished, or impressive as anotherās, try to remember that itās ok if you canāt draw as well as more experienced artists, if you donāt understand color theory or lighting or perspective like they do, if you canāt emulate the same techniques they utilize in their work, or even if your work is āchildishā in any way. Try to allow yourself to be proud of your art, regardless of what it is or how it looks, bc the fact you can even make art at all is an achievement that you should be proud of
So be proud of yourself
You deserve it
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