thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
Exercises for all the homies who want to have a long career drawing.
The true problem with being an artist and drawing all day (as I wanted my whole life) is that human backs are not designed to hold that position, so it is very common for artists and designers to have really stiff shoulder blades, creating a chain of muscle strain towards the arm AND the back… and a lot of pain.
These are some physical exercises for artists and honestly anyone who works at a desk.
quick reminder that it’s ok to say that you love reading and that reading is your passion without reading 30+ books in a year. if you connect with books and love the power of the written word, you’re bookish. you don’t need to justify your love of reading.
"ummm you know the writer only included that because they have a FETISH right?" is always so funny to me as a disparaging comment, because imagine if people spoke that way about nonsexual interests. "the lord of the rings? didnt the author only write that because he was interested in linguistics? thanks, i'll pass" "yeah, i used to love spongebob as a kid, but i can never see it the same after finding out stephen hillenburg is a marine biologist :/"
I don't even know why I'm putting this in writing, but I'm feeling so happy I want to share. Maybe it won't sound like such a big deal to anyone else, but for me, it is.
As a kid, I used to draw a lot. I wasn't good at it. I just loved making an absolute mess of things on paper. So many art supplies I ruined but I enjoyed every second of it.
My parents were sometimes encouraging, but mostly critical. Anytime I drew something, it was followed by a reminder to focus more time on studies than art. I wasn't lacking in studies or anything. It was a matter of pride for them.
But drawing and painting were the only things that brought me joy, and the more I listened to their constant reminders and criticism, the more I found myself resenting it. I'll pick up my pencil, think about what the point is, and put it back down.
Maybe their words shouldn't have affected me as much as they did, but I have never been very good at handling my emotions.
So I didn't draw anything for many years.
Now I want to get back into it. I tried using pens and paper. But every time I pick up the pencil to draw anything, I feel sad again. So I started with pens and fineliners. It helps me accept the mistakes I am making. I also bought myself a cheap pen tablet. I've been scribbling around, trying to see what different brushes do. And I can use the digital pencils without feeling bad.
I've been doing some practice exercises and have moved on to do gesture drawing. Maybe I'll share something when I feel a bit more confident in myself.