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Readers of this blog may be wondering what on Earth I was thinking when I came up with the idea to create an “art book” of my sketches. Well, it all started one night while drawing comics for my blog. I thought to myself, ‘Wouldn’t it be hilarious if someone published these? They are just so bad!’ The next day, that thought brought me joy and lightness. It felt nice to laugh at my own work.
My friends constantly make jokes about how lame I am because I doodle all day long and don’t do anything productive like write books or design buildings. I doodled a sketch about my annoyance towards these comments. See, I’ve been wanting to write a book for a long time now, but was feeling stuck about what topic to tackle. Then somehow by accident I stumbled across the topic of drawing. I hadn’t drawn much in years and was curious as to whether or not I could even still draw. It turned out that the only thing keeping me from drawing was my fear of being judged by others for my lack of artistic ability. I immediately quit my day job and started working on this book. It helped that I had a lot of free time and lived in a camper van (stupid economy and lack of housing). I felt like I was doing something very productive with my life. This book is not intended to take itself seriously. If you don’t feel like laughing at it, then don’t laugh at it. Ignore the chapter called “Art School.” It is mostly a joke as well as a cover for my own insecurities about being an artist. What is art? According to my friend, artist Matt Hollingshead, “In the Art world, Art is NOT about Self Expression. In the Art world art is a medium through which artists can express their feelings and/or emotion.” When I was a young kid I didn’t know what expression meant. I thought expression meant you screamed in a loud voice or hit your girlfriend in the face when she made you mad. But in the art world expression means drawing things in pretty colors and putting them in a book.
I have been drawing my entire life, even when I was too young to remember It all started when my brother decided he was going to draw his favorite comic books. But after only a few pages of his comic book, I grew jealous of his success. So one day while he was away, I took his pencils and paper and started drawing my own comic book. I was so proud of myself for being able to draw for the first time. I took my new comic book out to show my brother when he returned just in time to see him flip through it with an expressionless face.
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