When I first started following you I remember you said you didn't think you drew females well. When I first saw your female art I thought it was amazing but I can definitely say that it somehow has gotten a lot better in the past year and a half. I'm really happy I could watch that happen because I just love your art so much
AAAAAAH!!! Thank you so much! (sorry for the reaction image) ⁄(⁄ ⁄ˊૢ⁄ ⌑ ⁄ˋૢ⁄ ⁄)⁄
I still struggle while drawing women and it takes like double the time it takes me for drawing men but I am slowing trying to get better a drawing them!
You words really means a lot to me!! I’m so happy (∗∕ ∕•̥̥̥̥∕ω∕•̥̥̥̥∕) I’ll continue doing my best, and THANK YOU! //SMOOCHES
(i’ve been thinking about this post and the responses to it all day today)
the thing about grad school is that there’s no separation between the parts of my life anymore. in undergrad, i had schoolwork, i had my clubs & orgs, i had my jobs, i had my friends. in grad school my job is my schoolwork, my friends are my classmates, the clubs and orgs have been replaced with guest lectures and reading groups (also comprised of my classmates) and seminars and conferences where i’m always discussing my work, or someone else’s work. i can’t get outside of it. when i’m at a party, i’m talking about department gossip. when i’m with my best friend, half the time we’re discussing our students. when i come home at the end of the day, i talk out paper topics to my roommates. i have dreams about conferences and panels and exams.
if you have an office job, a 9-5, you go to work, do the work, come home, and maybe there’s a little emotional transference from the day, but for the most part, the two are separate. in grad school (and academia in general), you come home from “work” and maybe you make some dinner, call a friend. then you sit down to grade, to lesson plan, to do the reading for your classes, the reading for your projects, the reading for your field, the reading you meant to get to last quarter but couldn’t because you had that conference that week, etc. when i shower, i’m thinking about work. or i’m thinking about how i think about work too much.
there’s a culture in grad school that because everyone’s talking about work 24/7, because there’s so little divide between our work and our personal lives, if you’re not working, you’re slacking off. you’re not taking it as seriously as everyone else is. you don’t want it bad enough. “taking the night off” is something i feel like i have to deserve. and i can never quite do enough to deserve it, because there’s always more work to be done. because 80% of the work is thinking. and i feel like i don’t know how to stop doing it anymore. drinking works (sometimes). being with people who aren’t grad students works (sometimes). i take some nights off anyway, and feel this vague sense of guilt hovering around me like a cloud the entire time. i feel guilty right now, typing this.
the thing about grad school is this: i love what i do. the more i do it, the more i love it, because my field is amazing and complicated and unbelievably beautiful. i’m so grateful to be here, to be learning and thinking and talking about it with other people that understand because they love things the same way. i love it so much that the thought of being bad at it - of not being good enough - is honestly one of the worst things i can imagine. last spring i ended up having emergency surgery and the whole week i was in the hospital i just kept thinking, thank god i read ahead in ulysses, maybe I can still write the paper –
i don’t know who I am without grad school, without academia, without the work. i think (i hope) this feeling fades with time. my professors and advisors have a much better balance than any grad student i know, which is encouraging. but for now - yes, you can love something and occasionally be unhappy doing it. grad students know how lucky we have it. that’s the problem, for me, sometimes.