by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
There is no cosmic law that states artists must suffer many long years and demeaning day-jobs before a window of opportunity cracks open just enough to hop on through.
Fellow deviant Brian Kesinger is a case in point.
His first “day-job” in 1996—he was hired straight out of his senior year of high school—was drawing Tarzan for Disney.
Brian stayed at Disney and he considers every day there a part of his ongoing education as an artist. He most recently worked on “Wreck It Ralph,” and has become active in the story department, where he
I finally took a walk along Parnell Road today, with the intention of visiting a fellow artist's exhibition. Her works were beautiful. And then it struck me that up close, I've done paintings with much more detail. And that I have the same confidence with my brushstrokes, but perhaps never with the same amount of patience as I was always rushed to finish my paintings for group exhibitions. I exhaled slowly with the realisation... that she was younger than me, that she was now married, that she had a price tag of $12,000 on an oil.
I admit I always feel encouraged and deflated at the same time, visiting galleries. And the gnawing feeling in t
Sometimes a lifetime of heartbeats cannot prepare you for the next step you take. The next breath that you hold on to could be the one that you have to let go of... the one thing that stops you from moving forward.
We all have pictures in our head... and we refuse to accept the coldness of reality until it drowns you like rain... and all your pictures wash away like chalk drawings on a sidewalk.
How do you stop the tears through the smiles, when someone tells you that you are worth the world? How do you feel worthy?
I remember how dancing always lifted me up, no matter how downtrodden my days were. Tonight, I thought I'd take a chance and tentatively reach out for a world I left behind a year ago. I smiled and laughed so much, stumbling on toes, knocking heads, tangling arms... feeling my spirit soar high in a kaleidescope of disco ball lights shimmering in the darkness, the rhythm of the latin beats pumping in sync with the blood that runs through my veins.
I remember when it used to be you.
I understand now that our hearts never danced to the same tune, even if our feet were synchronized like clockwork. We yearned for dreams that were similar on the