I sort of sit back and laugh when people look at my art and say I’m tragically talented/gifted or something like that as if I’ve had encountered no struggle in my art. Hinting strongly that it was just this born thing I suddenly had. I think naturally talented people exist, but I’m not one of those cases. It’s even more funny when it comes from the artists who are more talented, older, wiser, more experienced than me. Perhaps I’m overthinking when I receive these compliments, they’re just proud that I’m able to achieve this much at such a young age.
I saw and experienced all my struggles in art. That huge gap between my ideas and actual ability to carry out those ideas went on for many years. Even with the amount of skill I’ve attained that satisfies me, I’m still intimidated by what is to come, because art can truly be unending.
I pretty much draw every day, even if it’s just a bunch of wasted concepts, ideas, and paper I end up with. I’m always exercising my mind, and that connection between my body able to translate my mind’s ideas. I formed that connection over many years by bleeding into the feel and essence of my pencil, experimenting with angles, lines, strokes, variation. Eventually, it becomes natural. I’m not born with a natural gift. I can agree I have aptitudes though, I have an inclination to look for the aesthetic appeal in most things, backing up my motivation to make art.
Coming from a family full of many scientists, mathematicians, and doctors, of course art can be quite looked down upon. (Reminder that my main goal is to become a scientist actually, but this is of my choosing, solely). They act as if having an inclination to make art just doesn’t add in, into the mix. I always found that strange. I looked at it simply and just told myself, man I really enjoyed this. I can really channel my ideas into drawing. They tried to stop me. They looked at my art and said I was no good, for many years. But I kept persisting, to lose a great hobby of mine would take more joy away from me. I was so used to people saying my art was horrible for so many years. That I don’t seem like I’m not the person cut out for it. It’s a waste of time, they say. That’s not the safe way, they say.
But now I’ve simply followed along my interest and I’ve managed to become a successful freelance artist with connections with indie companies who often call me because there are few of my kind in this state, and selling some of my prints at local conventions. I’m drawing concepts and book covers. I’m not even 20 yet, and many concept artists start drawing much later than that. I’ve absorbed art in all of its essence where the link between mind and body are always strengthening in sync, my ideas, characters, thoughts, better translating onto the canvas/paper/computer. Kind of like how a mechanic looks at a car differently from the rest, seeing all the parts and how they’re all connected together and work alongside each other, instead of the usual person seeing just the surface.
It’s an exhilarating feeling, and I’m not going to stop making art.
Whatever comes next, in my aims to land positions in bigger companies, I’m ready for the failure. I’m used to facing it every day when I crumple up a new paper.
Let me show you what I can do.