Thing Are Different Now

I started to write this post in my Journalism class one day —the naughty boy I was, for I was supposed to be working on something else— and have not touched it since.  That was possibly back in October or November, and the note you see below seems to be foreshadowing what I my life has turned into now:

Odd feeling, shh, Journalism.
Starting something new, a different feeling in the air.  I don't know.
The reason I've been away, got too tied up in schoolwark, too sucked in.  Wanted to escape, but couldn't.  Had ambitions to return in the summer, but those were squashed with my job.
Started this, my last year in highschool, with high hopes, was very ambitious.  Then I hit a brick wall, could not make any progress in my life, was forced to turn inward and gaze upon myself

And when I finally did make the decision to turn inward and reflect upon my life up until this point, I was shaken by certain realizations that forced me to reshape the way I thought about myself and about my plans for the future.  My conscience chose to do so very quickly, so I had no other choice but to try to keep up.

I struggled with trying to come to terms with it all and I feel that it had almost cost me my life because of it.  It was a sink or swim battle that I could not afford to loose and I had to choose whether or not I was to fight, and stand a chance at living, or if I was to just let myself work deeper and deeper into my sorrow and let myself die.  I chose to fight.

That is the meaning behind the "starting of something new" and the essence of a "different feeling in the air."  I had to find some other direction to take my life in than that of the grave, and dwelling on my struggles wasn't going to help me achieve this at all.  So, I needed, very desperately, to find something else to distract me from my woes and draw attention away from my current situation.  I had all this extra energy bottled up inside of me, and instead of unleashing the front of it on myself, I decided that the better option for me was to  put down the knife and to ignore my procrastination in picking up the camera instead.

My new focus in life has become my YouTube channel and my hope is that it will prevent me from entering that state of depression and fear once again.

Life can always use a little more 'Passion'

I'm sick of this.  I am just so angry with myself for being so passive!

I don't have enough drive!  Where is my purpose?  I have lost touch with it, and in doing that, lost sight of myself and the world-entire.  Let's try this again... WHAT IS MY PURPOSE?! ~I need to remember who I am in order for this to work~ Why am I here? 

This photo is of me and my ticket to see CBC's
The Q: Live at the ECMAs (East Coast Music Awards.) 
I was there with my school's Media Studies class and I felt
that everyone who appeared on stage to play music and to
do their interviews were just so passionate about their lives
and careers that it really gave me a confirmation that what
I am doing here on the internet, is a good thing, and that it
is a good way for me to debut my career as an artist and
media personnel. There are some days when I am unsure
of my-self, but after listening to Jian Ghomeshi talk about
how he got into the business of being a host of a radio
show and about his childhood and life before his career,
I began to feel a confidence rising within me, and I knew
that this is where I want to be when I grow up; this is where
 I would like to see myself in a couple of years time.
*You can listen to a recording of the live broadcast and
performances clicking the link above.  

This is me making my way out.  Out of this rut I'm in... and in order to do it, I need to stick what drives and propels me to do better.  I must know what makes me want to succeed.  PASSION, Love, friendship, that's where it's at.  The ultimate goal of this "I going to step out into the internet and stuff" (and eventually out into the real world) was for me to better myself, but now I see that it has become so much more... it's not just about bettering myself, it's about bestowing passion within me, and it is passion that keeps me alive!  I went- what, like a couple of weeks without blogging, and I'm already starting to feel the pain of last year's "being trapped within myself" starting to return.  I've grown quiet; already things have started falling apart. 

I can't live like this.  I can't return to being who I was before~

I don't care if I am blogging or doing this internet thing for the rest of my life!  I will do it as long as I need to, or at least until I've got myself lifted off the ground.  Birds can't choose to stop flapping their wings and glide until they've actually gone a certain distance above the ground, otherwise they crash and burn.  The same goes for me.  And, now I'm thinking that I'm going to have to flap a lot harder to get me in the skies, so that is why I'm setting my compass so that it points towards YouTube.  I've already got my parents on board- or, well- sort'a.  (I still have yet to make my appeal to them, but at least the thought of me having my own YouTube channel to 'promote me and my art', which is what I've told them, is beginning to sit well with my parents.  They, and especially my mother, has learned to not be so taken back from it as they have seen the change in attitude my blog has given me this year.)

This song just keeps playing through my head as I am making this post.  I guess that it just resonates with how I am feeling right now.  The parts where it says "Planning my escape" and "Were making our own way out" along with the fact that other kids don't seem to have to feel as much passion in what their doing and choose to stick with what is considered a normal way of life by listening to what's only popular, really ring true to me:

"Give It All Back -Noah and the Whale"

I can only hope for the better- no, I HAVE TO GIVE IT MY ALL- with this blog, my passion for art, my future career, because my life depends on this!  I have so much potential to do good and to better the world, it would be a sin for me not to let it out.  It helps to be conceit.

Otters Stuffed in Onion Suits Hate Math Equations

So, I've been feeling pretty down on my luck this week. Oh, and no, its not anything serious, everything was good up until just now.  You see, we started speeches, and its not that I hate them, because I don't, it's just that they're very stressful that's all.  I have a bad history with speeches; I never really was very good at public speaking at any point in my life until just recently, but now that I have gotten much better about making conversation with people in general, I am still tainted with the residue of years past.

Back in grade eight I wrote a speech for my language arts class about the history of Nintendo, and ended up turning what should have been a four to five minute speech into a fourteen minute speech.  Not fun.  I don't think that my middle-school language arts teacher (who is actually my vice principal now) or me will ever forget.  It was three months over-due and I squirmed in my seat every day in class that was the date I was supposed to present.  My friends never did get to here about that one, eh?

I presented my speech after school that year to him alone, and because it was so long I missed my bus and he offered me a ride home.  I was quiet almost the whole way, and it was not surprising because my parents always told me to never hitch a ride with anyone you don't know, and to me, I only knew that he taught me.  He was a teacher, and there was nothing more I could say.

I guess that through trying to avoid a repeat of grade eight I have just brought on another downfall.  I stayed home today, and today I was supposed to present.  Rats.  I find that I do that with a lot of different subjects this year.  I've improved so much from where I was in middle school with handling schoolwork, that I try and make an effort to show it off.  Reveal to the teachers just how much better I am at getting things in on time.  But it sometimes makes me lie to myself, thinking that I could actually handle it all by myself.  Working myself past twelve o'clock just to reach a due date is not my idea of having fun.  I just break down.  Get disjoint and out of place.  It's not healthy.

But I am better.  I know my limits, and am picking up the ques well.  I know when I've had enough, and I've had enough.

As you can tell from my doodles, my other courses have suffered from the particular interest I'm dumping into English.  In the past week I've gone from knowing everything that's going on in math to not having a clue what the teacher is talking about.  Imaginary Numbers?  Come again?

Through all of this though, I haven't given up on you, my dear viewers.  I've been doing the odd sketch and photo here and there to help me keep sane.  I am sane and I am going to school tomorrow too.

(If you don't recognize this  little guy, then I suggest that you go take a look at my deviantART cute monster's design challenge t-shirt right away!  I would make me feel a lot better...)

I've been thinking about making him my blogger mascot, so I really worked with him this week trying to draw him from all sorts of different angles.  These aren't even half of the angles I tried to make him fit into!  It's pretty tough, but skill building I guess.  I still haven't even decided on a name yet.  (Plue or Pooshmoo?  How about Plue the Pooshmoon?  Eh, what do I know...)

I had to post something to feel like I got something accomplished today... {Sigh}

Pointless. (a poem by me)

Sometimes...
Life feels pretty empty.

Like everything I've ever done
was pointless.
Like all the things I spent time establishing
meant nothing.

Incomplete, Vacant, Void.
But, why...?

My life isn't pointless.

Sometimes...

Life feels pretty full.

Like everything I've ever done

was progress.

Like all the things I have established

have meant the world to me.

Complete, Satisfied, Replete.

No lies...

Stand up, stand strong!

Rise and Revise!

You know the truth;

seek not the lies.

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I am trying to figure out how to go about posting this to my deviantART.  I will provide a link to the deviantART page containing this poem later so that you can read people's comments there.
[Pictures: Chihiro from "Studio Ghibli's" Spirited Away, drawn by me.]

Riding on the Poisoned Earth

I posted this to my deviantART two days ago, and I thought I'd share it with you all on my blog here today: 

(I was amazed to find that someone had already 'favourited' it, only a minute and thirty-six seconds after it was posted) http://zozzmeister.deviantart.com/

Part of another scene-by-scene, as I call them, that I did for Studio Ghibli's: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind... 


I was really moved by the messages it contained about the balance of nature and the destructiveness of mankind. We all have the power to do good or bad in our lifetime, but no matter what path we choose, the only thing that truly matters once we're dead and gone is the impact we had on human civilization as a whole while living which will last and continue to survive even after death. This isthe common goal for all humans, regardless of race, gender, ethical background, etc., that unites us together as one human race. 


However, this movie is the grim portrayal of what may come into being due of our self-centered actions in life. In our pursuit for success, it is important for us not to forget the mother land, the one that feeds and clothes us with all life's desires and offers us a safe and stable place to live.


Do not let the desires of a single species cripple the planet and rob her of her precious treasurers in only one lifetime. We can do far better than that. 
One generation should never spoil it for the rest. 
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This film gives me a gentle reminder of just who's roof we live under. As my mother always told me, "as long as you live in this house, you gotta live by our rules." And I just wonder, what does that mean for the state of the planet, if who's rules we were to break? 


It's just a thought, but it bothers me deeply. 
I would watch this movie again in a heart beat!


*I really want to read the original manga version of this.  Anyone know where I can find a copy?  
Perhaps I'll try chapters... 

A Realization

So, I was laying in bed the other night, as I usually do, and my mind drifted off to my blog and the potential it has given me to create and share on the web.  My mind goes to strange places in the brief moments before I drift off to sleep, and, I'm not sure why I thought this or how, but I had the sudden erg to do something more with my blog and with my life.
The most defining moments in my life, the ultimate epiphanies I make, often happen on impulse, like a wave of understanding that washes over my body and makes me want to leap to a conclusion.  It just happens.  I don't know when or why, but it just does; a brainwave!
As these sort of stuff come to my head, I often click my table lamp back on and begin making notes immediately on what I just saw.  But on this particular occasion, I didn't.  I just sat there, and let it all soak in.  I was floating on a sea of realization and of truth, and my body, a sponge.
"I don't blog enough," I thought.  "I don't blog enough to suit the interest of even my dog."  Now, I don't know why I thought my dog, however if I let those sort of things flow past my logical ears, my mind usually reaches some kind of fare ground of logic, so I just tend to go with it.  I only ask myself these questions later.
"My views are down... way down!  How come no body wants to listen to what I have to say?" my mind continued.  "Is it not true that I am working hard to keep a good following?  Am I really that boring?  Perhaps I try too hard to be funny or too hard to be smart."  Then I finally reached the level part.  "Why don't I just play it simple?" 
Play it simple, play it simple?!  What do you mean, brain?  Do I really seem like the simple type?  Playing it simple?  What a load of BS.  Yeah, that's right, cow patties, that's what i think of it... (But then the thought began to grow on me.)
I'm not the kind of guy that simple can ever be attached to in a sentence or elsewhere.  You would have to supper glue me to the word simple and we would still just repel.  I never do anything the simple way, and that's just the way I am.  Life's full of too many complexities for me to bother to try to live "normally."  Yet, as I say that, I do try to compromise with the differences me and the world have by, not necessarily trying to fit in, but by trying to balance my weirdness in a way that allows me to play on the same level as everyone else.  But simple?  I image that it alone would tip my already sensitively calibrated scales.  But I listen to the messages my mind gives me, and take everything into consideration before I dismiss.  ]
Okay, mind.  I'll give it a go.  Me and simple can somehow find a way to get along.  Complexity won't like it, but for the sake of my blog, I will, for now keep things simple.  There, you happy?!
I don't know what it means, I just act upon it.  Who am I to judge what my inner-being has to say.
Simple, hmm? Seems alright.  Sounds, umm... simple.  Simple to me.  Yep!  Sure sounds like fun, being simple... and plain and boring and... I don't know, regular?
...
My brain's an jerk!  You know that?
Maybe that should be my realization instead?!
Playing it simple with my blog, "Pft!"
What kind of advise is that?!
You want to know what it is I need to do in order to attract more views.  Hmn, brain?  I need to dig a little deeper, that's what!  You can't plant an oak in sand, it needs room to grow!
Why limit yourself and your life's experience to just one drop of hope when there is a whole ocean to be sailed upon and the wind is in the East?
Shove off shore, that's what I say!  Spread your routs and make room to grow!  
Punch a hole in the ceiling of your limits, so that you can stretch out your limps to their full potential!
I'm through with telling myself somethings not good enough to be shared.
If we didn't ever try to love, then who would ever love us back.

I'll start living life differently tomorrow, and I won't stud my growth with false-truths and straight-lies.  Trust your instincts, your heart and soul, and put your tattered thoughts on the back burner.  They are forgotten leaves in a teabag that has bitter'd days on the stove.  Don't drink that poison!
Dance to the rhythm of your own tune and make your own lemonade.
The lemons that life throws you may be a little quirky and sour, but who cares when you're making 10 bucks-an-hour!  I'll live life to the fullest; forgive and forget myself for the things I've done,
because what's life without a little complexity?  Hmm? 
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Yeah, I don't know what this post was all about. But I felt that I had to post something anyway, so I did. :)
New posts will start showing up on Wednesdays! (Or so I hope... however failure is not an option.)
It's just a little goal of mine.
deviantART soon!  Hopefully this weekend.  It's part of my stretching out.
See you then!

Starting the year off RIGHT.

Wow... I have gotten just this massive explosion of views in the past couple of days.  I mean like... "Kaboom!"

    

  ~I wonder where they are all coming from?

Lately it seems that things have changed, perhaps for the better.  I know that Christmas has worn me down and all, but still... I feel like I'm on the verge of something amazing!

I decided that I would make this post a commemorative one; a post commemorating the passing of 2011 and the birth of 2012.  As the year begins its first stance by popping out of the soil in its stretching towards the sun, so am I.  My mood is a seedling now, small and unsure of itself, but as time passes I will find myself budding anew and flourishing as I grow.  For now, I just have to wait.  Nourish myself and my artistic creativity, but wait.

Some of you may be wondering, as many of you in person do ask, do I have a favourite piece of artwork?  This type of question for an artist of any kind is mostly interpreted in the same way.  It is like asking a parent "Who of yours is your favourite child?" and in order to answer the question justly, the response usually tends to be something along the lines of "I love them all equally; each individual I love the same."  But I'm going to go a little on the contrary here and lie to you all saying that I do have a particular piece that stands out above the rest, and I am going to praise it by showing it to you all right now:

This is my absolute favourite piece of artwork I have done in the year 2011!  It embodies everything I have done, all the achievements I have made, my blog, the whole 'shabang' (as we say here in parts of the Maritime's) in one, single, condensed visual form. [And, above all that, I love it!]  ~This is my version of the favourite child. 
Okay, so... I'm not sure how long it took me to make this or when I made it for that matter, but I'm guessing that it was sometime during the spring of grade 10 (which is still within 2011.)  There were reference images that I used for both pictures featuring the lovely lady that you see here, but I lost them all somewhere on my computer between then and now, so, my bad! :(  However, I do want to give credit to whoever originally took the shot, so if any of you remember seeing the pictures I am talking about or perhaps know the photographer (which I know is an unlikely thing, really) either personally or on the net, then you can send me the links to any of the two pictures and I will edit them into here for you.

     All the information I know about the photos:

1. The second one was found on deviantART's homepage.
2. They were done by the same photographer & feature the same model.
3. Both pictures were in Sepia or Grayscale. 
4. The Titles were: The Violinist and Equilibrium. 
5. Some comments said the model was good looking, most tend to agree. :) 

The hunt is on!

On another note, I have surpassed some of my expectations for this year by getting 500+ views by December's end, and I am proud.  There are many things that I didn't get checked off my list this year that I would have liked to have done, but realistically I know that this is enough.  Any progress at all is good in my eyes and I certainly have progressed a lot this year, both on a personally level and a level that all of you can follow here on the net.  I won't go in too deep with all the achievements I have managed to cram into the year of 2011, but I will have you know that this year will be remembered by me as a year of Action and Change.

Aside from the resent changes in my life, there have also been noticeable adjustments that I have made to my blog:

• A 2011 arrow has appeared on my "Blog Archive" gadget (as all Blogger blogs do in the transition into the new year)
• New Tabs have now been placed along the top: 

         Weekly Posts: My homepage. Contains all my posts, two newest appear first. You can
                                  access older posts by going to the sidebar and selecting different moths.
         The Legend: A new feature I added to my blog. There is nothing much to see here yet,
                               but sooner or later I will provide an overview of the story in general and its
                               major conflict.
         Meet the Characters: New! Will be updated and filled with fresh content as characters
                               are developed. First installment to this Tab is coming after *two posts form
                               now.

• My website now has a Favicon! it's been there for a while but I haven't mentioned it in a post until now. You may have a hard time viewing this in 'Internet Explorer'; I suggest using Google chrome to view blogs in general. Created using this site, Following these instructions.  Image is an all original Origami design I made. [That's right, you won't find it anyplace else on the net!] If you plead on me long enough to do it, I may do a tutorial later. Its importance will become clearer in first chapter.  

Swapped images with this post.

• I now have a © Copyright statement at the bottom of all my blog's pages.  Beware!
• Lonely Totem Pole now has a new follower! Pleased welcome my first member, my cousin Maddie, to my growing group of Lenwatchers.  I haven't had a chance to thank her in person yet, so (thank you!) Please visit her blog for me to show her how much I care! <3

• And last, but not at all least... (can I get a drum roll, please)... I JOINED 'deviantART' !!!  Yeah, I know "WHAT?!"  I told my friends that I wouldn't join until after the prologue to my graphic novel was complete, but I just couldn't help myself.  I figured "now's as good as ever" and so, just like that, I joined!  I don't think it would be wise for me to give you my deviantART name just yet, for the reason that I don't have any content uploaded to the new site at all.  But just you wait! because in a moths time or so, after I've gotten the hang of using it and navigating its pages myself, I will open the doors to it for all my blog readers.  Its nothing really, I just don't want you all flooding into there with nothing to see.  So, rather than have you disappointed, I'd prefer that you get excited as you wait. (But don't worry! It won't be so long that you'll get board waiting!) That's just not my style... Haha! Bonus points to those who can find my deviantART name!  Hint: it's written somewhere on this site! :) 

How am I rate now? Good, I guess.  Although I was getting my days and nights a little mixed up for a while after New Years, I am starting to level out some now as the time for me to get back to school approaches.  I recently had a birthday, if that really matters to you at all, so I guess that makes me 17 now. (Yippy?)

Guessing I will post about that one next.

Trouble in La La Land

Blogging is therapeutic; that's what it is, therapeutic.  

My life seems to have been taking on the 'upsy-downsy' trend quite recently, and this week was just one of those low parts.  Everything was such a downer.  But hey! I blog when I'm happy, I blog when I'm sad, and in the end, everything seems to level itself out. (only that you hope to find that happy-o-meter more towards the full side of the spectrum.  Which I always do!)

Made this myself, no lies!
Reference image is from here.

Where I find myself standing in the grand scheme of things, I do not know.  Although I am more sure of myself in the present than I had been prior to now within this week, things are still a bit cloudy as this great fog of gloom begins to pass.  If you be a friend, then worry you not! there is no need for panic just yet!  I may not have been as happy and attentive to you all this week, but there lies a good reason and a root to all these grievances of mine: bus trouble!  But, nay, not so much the yellow steed itself, as the riders that commute upon it.  And that is all that need be said on that matter.

However, I am past that now, and every time something like this happens, I gain a seance of pride for having survived it.  Not unharmed, mind you, but my wounds and my battle scars add to my character and will someday make me a stronger, better man.  One cannot fight a war without gaining some new knowledge of life and its complex inner workings, ever if it does hurt at the time.  Not ever!

After careful thought, I have decided to succeed in spite of things and those around me.  Life will continually try to challenge you and strip you of your dreams, but as long as I live I WILL NEVER LET IT HOLD ME DOWN!!!  Revenge is not the most desirable trait but neither is a soft foot on the soils of all to that in which you believe or give cause and reason to.  I may be on the defensive end and the one that has to receive the most hardest blows, but I most certainly do not want to be the 'push over' in the lot.  I can dodge all I want, but ever so often I must take a hit!  To me, the greatest vengeance in life can be won through your own pursuits, and not by dampening the pursuits of others.  That is, love your neighbor, even when love is not mutual, and maybe someday, when you have grown and since surpassed them and their league, they will regret not accepting the love you gave and the possibility of friendship or acquaintanceship they had with you that is long since gone, and the grievance and jealousy will be a most heavy burden on them and none on you.

The ability you have to succeed in life is the best possible weapon you have against those who challenge you in the present.  Use it! for success is the greatest source of vengeance you have to pin against the chest of all foes!~

Ahhhh... It feels good letting that all out.
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Edit: My philosophy for this is best stated here:  ~Mother Teresa's "do it anyway!"

Too Late for Halloween?

       Okay, so I know that it's nearing the end of November and all, but I really wanted to share this little image I did specifically for my website and comic with you all before it got too late:

       I decided to do something a little "holiday-themed" for my blog, and I guess this was the result.  I just wasn't feeling enough in the Halloween Spirit (if there is such a thing?) and I find now that doing something art related usually helps.
       This was my first real educated and purposeful event in using copic markers (I had to consult our overlord YouTube for some assistance) but, I think that I pulled things off quite nicely.  Don`t you think?
       My particular interest in doing this image was how I would preform and go about doing all of the shading and the lines of the pumpkin; I think that in the end, the pumpkin has become the real centerpiece and focus point of the drawing.  You see, pumpkins were always a challenge for me to draw in elementary.  I mean, most of the other students in my class, they would just try and draw them completely round, like circles, but I would never stand for just that.  It use to drive me up the wall!  I knew, because I was always such an observant boy, that pumpkins are not perfectly round at all.  They'er not just circles! There is much more to a pumpkin than that!  Heck, I'd even go as far as to say that they were rectangular and square-shaped when you take their dimensions when copied onto a flat sheet of paper into account.  But I think what really got to me the most were the lines; those individual bands of creamcicle-orange, oh! They seemed to scream out and taunt at me above all the rest of the physical features that make the pumpkin such a mind-boggling and strenuous task to draw.
       I think what present me knows and what past me didn't, is perspective.  Once you understand how to apply perspective and viewpoint to a pumpkin, drawing it becomes a much simpler task.  Just ask any good artist, and they'll tell you that perspective is "key" and plays quite a vital role in many forms of art.

       Here, I was going to write some kind of story of how my Halloween went this year, but I think that it's too far behind me now to even bother.  It's not like anything particularly exciting happened to me this Halloween anyhow.  I suppose that I could have used some of my excellent story telling skills to whip something up that would scare the past off ya! ...But I think that I will save that for next year.

       The only thing that's really scaring me now is the sound of my voice!  My throat hasn't been so good this week and I actually end up spending a day at home, away from school, because of it.  I went to a local community college on a field trip this Monday and I have to admit it was pretty pathetic how much I had to strain my voice in order to ask questions.  This really wasn't any sort of a guided tour, more of a free-range sort of thing, which I found to be very neat by the way, (WHILST OTHERS ABUSED THIS! you tell me, since when has it been that the pizza restaurant across the street has become part of the university?! hmm?) ''XP  and even though me and my friend I was touring with didn't get to visit all of the places we wanted to, we still learned a lot of information on the courses available to us through our local option.

       I am thinking about doing some wintery scenes soon.  There is a local Christmas event coming up that I would really like to take part in, and I am not going to say much about it just yet, only that I am seriously taking it into consideration, and that you can expect to see some major-minor tidying up of my blog over the next two weeks before this thing gets underway.  However, I will tell you this;

Upcoming posts are going to be about something really neat!

Wha' happin?

So, I get home later than usual, it has been an unbelievably inspirational day, and so I decide to end off all the excitement of the perfect day by checking my blog... and the results are somewhat displeasing.  As I quickly flip to the little graph page that tracks the amount of views you have gotten, I realize that over the past four days I have only had two people visit my website.  Huhhhh... Then I ask myself, "what am I doing wrong?"
The answer to that is, of course, that I am doing nothing wrong; I can't go around blaming myself for everything that goes wrong, now can I?  I mean, not that I do now or anything, or at least not as much.  Lately though I just seem to be posting just to satisfy myself, hoping that whatever I post will suffice, but I can't do that and still expect to keep my views.  Posting too soon ruins the novelty of it all, and placing post too close to one another doesn't give the first post justice.  I need to think quality and stop fretting over the content or getting things posted 'on-time'.  Being timely is good, but being overclocked can lead to despair.  There is something about hitting that post button and knowing that within that very minute, your creation is being born in the eyes of others for the first time.  I should try doing that more often, but not more than often.  


What cha think?

Harvest Moon Boosts Production! -100%!!!! (not really)

  As I sat working at my desk the other night, I couldn't help but feel inspired.  My bedroom (which has now been converted into my own personal office and work-space) is situated at the back side of my house, and its window faces the Eastern portion of the sky.  On a normal night, the view from my second story window provides an excellent view of the celestial bodies (a perfect atmosphere for inventive and creative thinking), but this night was an extra special night, and I couldn't miss a chance like that to get my creative juices flowing.

  For those of you that don't know very much about the moon or it's fazes, us space-savvy people could tell you that the moon of two nights ago was more than just the full moon, it was also a very special kind of moon, the harvest moon, and a beautiful one at that! 

  As a self-taught, young, aspiring artists, I tend to seek inspiration in the simplest of things.  From the way that a leaf floats across a gentle moving stream, to the shadow that is created by a tree in a park; true artists must come to identify the simple mechanics and principles that make our world tick, and one of the biggest of those inspirations for me is the night sky! 

  As you tour around my site, I am sure you will find that my love of space sometimes shines through in my artwork, and I am positive that this won't be the last time I mention of this.  Anyway, the whole purpose of me telling you this is so that I could convey to you just how inspired I am, and to tell you that future work to my comic is underway!  My second page is looking considerably better than my first and I would like to have it posted somewhere towards the end of this weekend.  On average, I want to rev-up my production to one page-per-week, but still no promises on that.  I am beginning to gauge my own production speed for the time being, so that I can learn how to increase it as I move along.  You can also expect to see my blog get a well-deserved face lift in the next couple of days, probably after my second page is posted, so there are lots of stuff going-on here indeed!  I'm sorry that I couldn't post my 2nd page sooner than what you would be hoping for, but for now you are just going to have to deal with my lengthy and long-winded pages of text.  

  But,Cheer Up! (there's more to come.)

(Yes, I am well aware that the image I used in this post comes from Akira Himekawa's manga adaptation of 'The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask', but it is my own version of her drawing and it was the only image that I found on my computer that best fits the content of this page.  PLEASE FORGIVE ME NINTENDO! I mean you no harm...-.-")