Practise makes perfect..... and is hard work
May I introduce myself first? It will maybe be interesting or annoying, but at least please mind the fact that all these written words have been created by me and this is my way of seeing life and living people.
Since childhood, I could be easily got for something, was often fascinated by a wide range of things. One of these things was the art of my brother. Back then, I thought that he was really good at drawing and it would have made sense because he spent a lot of time practising, but he was the only one I knew who could draw like that. I watched series like Sailormoon or Pokemon on TV, not even spending a thought to questions like how hard this must have been to draw. Now I know that this is definitely not an easy thing to do, there is no art that can give you the possibility to create wonderful things without having practised before. My brother might have given me the wish to get good at drawing, the series might have got me into the style I use to draw now, but in the end it was myself who decided to spend time practising something which is often missunderstood.
Many people use to say that drawing cartoons or mangas would be the easiest thing in drawing, but I hope you will know that this absolutely isn`t so.
I started practising 6 years ago, and up to now I must have spent more than just plenty of time with it. But I got better and I will get better if I keep it on.
If someone would ask me now why I am doing that, I`d just say that this would be what I am living for, nothing else has got me like that.
And of course, many people ask me, when they see me drawing, why can draw that good and why it looks so easy if I am drawing.
To those guys in my age I could give that answer:
The year has got 52 weeks, means 52 weekends, 104 days off without counting holidays and that stuff. Thas allmost a third of the whole year. Do you know what happens if you spend those days or at least some hours practising something?
I hope you know.
Actually,I know that a great part of those people is rather going to some parties or events than spending days at home. They spend money for drinking, just to be able to say that they have been here or there.
I don`t know if I should be glad that my parents would never let me go out to do stuff like that. I know that I`m not really missing a thing, but I often wonder if my mates are happy in the way they use to spend their weekends.
That`s the point that makes it a bit difficult for me to see the "bright side of life". Everyday, I see people which I`d rather want to forget. I meet the real stupidness of lazy and arrogant people, I face a wide range of different characters.
