Been a while since I wrote a journal,so hey,why not write one about how I came to this point in art.And a bit of my life.
Warning: very boring to read(at least in my view).
How I became an Artist:
Not really good at explaining what my life was before I started drawing but I was pretty young,3 years old to be exact.
Doodled a shit ton of bullshit on notebooks,my school books,the walls,etc.
Fast forward to 5 or 6 years of age I have discovered the wonderful world of Japanese cartoo-I mean “Anime”.
I managed to remember a lot of childhood anime,like Mirmo(idk how you spell it though),My Melody,and most of all,the life changing anime that made me practice more to improve my art,and yes,it’s Naruto.
I basically grew up with it,and it was really a bittersweet ending for me that my childhood has finished when Naruto Shippuden finally finished.
So I basically practiced and practiced for the next several years.Today,I’m still practicing to improve more on my craft.
For those who are beginners in drawing,know this:
”A great artist was once a newbie.”
Practicing drawing may take a while,but once you get the basics done,you can eventually master that skill with ease.
Short life story:
As a kid,I was very social,loud,a headache to my parents,but full of energy and joy(I think).I was very girly back then,loved wearing dresses and skirts and all that sugar and spice shit.
I dunno how I got to be the person I am now cuz the path is blurry af,but what I do know is that life made realise shit as I was growing older.
Being in grade school passed by in a flash and I was in 7th grade.I was still a naive and gullible girl in a surrounding I feel uneasy with,but during that time,I wanted to please my classmates to fit in.
But when I moved to 8th grade,I slowly began to realise that,in my view at least,some of my “classmates” were taking advantage of me being a soft and easy to twist around girl.It was at that time that I told my mom to cut my hair,because I look at my reflection,long hair never suited me.I also got glasses at that time.Ever since then,I have short hair up till this day along with my glasses.
When I moved to 9th grade,that’s when I changed.Then when I moved to 10th grade,I was close to being the person I am today.
The year of grade 11 made me who I am completely,but it wasn’t a bad year.
Today,I’m rather depressive,emo,an indoor person,hates small talk,awkward,very quiet to strangers,and can be weird to some people.I still have my emotional issues too and on several occassions,have breakdowns.
I never had a sad childhood,but I had problems here and there,and though I forgotten most of them,some led me to have emotional issues.I tend to cry alone.I don’t what was wrong with me.
Today,I still have some emotional issues,and with recent events,it’s slightly going downhill,but rest assure,I’m trying.
Trying get back to normal at least.
Hope this was okay at least to read.
Thanks for reading.