I'm kinda afraid that doing art as a career may burn me out......but then again, doing art for 3+ years in college hasn't burned me out......but I'm also not spending 8 hours every day M-F making art.
I'm sure I'll survive, somehow. I imagine initially I'll go through a similar situation that I went through when first attending SCAD :
I was sitting down, doing some art homework, and realized that I kept thinking to myself, "Jen, stop goofing off, it's time to do homework"...and I had this wonderful revelation that YES, I was doing homework, it just didn't feel like it...because it was art.
I imagine the first week at my job will be like, "Jen, stop goofing off, you need to find a job now" and then I'll be all, "OLOL wait...they're PAYING me to do this!? WTF" and then I melt into a puddle of anxiety and joy.
He's also an absolutely insane worker. You want to feel horrible about your work ethic, at any point in time, no matter how well you seem to think you're functioning? Just take a gander at Mr. Hudson, there. I mean, damn. Dude is dedicated. Loves art, that's for sure.
Pretty much everyone in the department agrees that if Hudson weren't such an OCD perfectionist and could put out more than 1 page every five years, everyone else in the industry would be out of a job.
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I think burning out is cyclic, it's inevitable if you're doing anything long enough. The important thing is to recognise when you need to go easy on yourself and take some time away, whether it be holidays or just spending your weekend without touching a pencil.
Pretty much everyone in the department agrees that if Hudson weren't such an OCD perfectionist and could put out more than 1 page every five years, everyone else in the industry would be out of a job.
I'm amazed at how much work he's able to produce while being a full-time professor. I'm talking about the work he does for Disney Imagineering - all the insanely meticulous, built-from-scratch dinosaur stuffery. I remember when he took us to his studio, and a few of us picked up these bones that were laying on his Dino-Sculpture WIP desk.....they look exactly like genuine vertebrae - surface texture, little holes, striations, form, weight, color, subtle-everything......and he was like "oh yeah, those are clay models".
IN-EFFING-SANE.
I think anybody that enters his studio for the first time has their mind blown at least three times during the visit. At least. I remember he mentioned in class once how waking up in the mornings are such a joy...because he gets to go and teach class, and then afterwards he goes to his studio and makes art for the rest of the day. Art is the life he lives.
Phew! Anyway. Enough about that. I could go on and on.....he's just...seriously the most amazing artist I've ever met in my life.
I have. I stopped going in order to deal with my anxiety by myself to become a stronger person. NOT GOING SO WELL. But being able to talk with the people I respect and admire has helped me greatly. Lexxy has been really nice to me while I deal with a bunch of changes happening in my life and the stress of my new responsibilities. And well you guys here seem to care a whole bunch. But I am totally paranoid about what people think of me. And my depression gets triggered by being ignored or disregarded.
I think I was going to make a joke about hurting myself. This might be a problem though because then I'd hurt myself to get attention. And that wouldn't be good. Not a good habit to build at all.
well prox, its like what my mom always sais, "as long as I have your fathers money I dont give a shit" wait wrong quote, "go out to eat with your father to buy me groceries", NOPE THATS NOT IT EITHER "Hey lets celebrate you being gay by you buying me pizza"
oh golly quoting stuff is hard just go punch yourself for attention now
Dude I pretty much ignore everyone on AIM, not just you. This includes close friends and family members.
Hell, I'm so hard to get a hold of in general that my own dad has to essentially bribe me to call him once a month, and my default response to phone-ringing is letting it go to voicemail, and not calling back unless there's a specific time sensitive issue that needs resolving. I am a terrible, terrible person to hang your ego upon whether you can get a hold of me or not, so calm the heck down about it seriously.
And now I've got to put on Return of the King, turn my computer off, sit down and do the Bridgman class studies I was meaning to have done by now, which I didn't do because I woke up at like 4:40pm because I'd spent the previous night playing Assassin's Creed 2 until the wee hours of the morning. Don't take me going away personally, I just have shit to do!
Pfft... AIM. Nobody in Australia uses AIM, we all use MSN.
At least, I've never heard of anyone I know using it.
And I never use MSN either, or any sort of chat program. It's fine if you go on with the intention of talking to a specific person alone, but then you get all these randoms saying hi and I don't want to get trapped in to 5 different conversations. Also, I like to take my time to think before I respond.
I have. I stopped going in order to deal with my anxiety by myself to become a stronger person. NOT GOING SO WELL. But being able to talk with the people I respect and admire has helped me greatly. Lexxy has been really nice to me while I deal with a bunch of changes happening in my life and the stress of my new responsibilities. And well you guys here seem to care a whole bunch. But I am totally paranoid about what people think of me. And my depression gets triggered by being ignored or disregarded.
I am giving the most pathetic sadboy power knuckle
I just had an exhausted conversation with my lady about our mutual social anxieties, and how mine have been gradually flaring up over the past few years so I have gone from "totally self-confident sexy dude" to "blobby over-analytical social basket case"
I wish I could just grab some pills that would make it suddenly better, but I think at this point I need health insurance so I can afford a medical evaluation and I would not even be posting this but I am so tired I am word vomiting everywhere GO COLTS!
I'm generally a very insecure person, but every now and again I remember 'Oh, that's right, I don't give a shit' and then suddenly I don't care any more.
I have. I stopped going in order to deal with my anxiety by myself to become a stronger person. NOT GOING SO WELL. But being able to talk with the people I respect and admire has helped me greatly. Lexxy has been really nice to me while I deal with a bunch of changes happening in my life and the stress of my new responsibilities. And well you guys here seem to care a whole bunch. But I am totally paranoid about what people think of me. And my depression gets triggered by being ignored or disregarded.
Man Prox, it's a shame that you're not around Toronto, because I could probably fix every single one of your problems in a matter of weeks, guaranteed.
I'm generally a very insecure person, but every now and again I remember 'Oh, that's right, I don't give a shit' and then suddenly I don't care any more.
This was what I did my freshman year of college, and it worked great through sophomore and junior year, but gradually I'm slipping back into the same habits I had in highschool, where I find it increasingly difficult to socialize with anyone I don't already have a familiar friendship with. Even loose acquaintances are more challenging for me than they were before, and it's making me insane.
Man Prox, it's a shame that you're not around Toronto, because I could probably fix every single one of your problems in a matter of weeks, guaranteed.
Nah I could totally do it. I've worked with far worse situations before.
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edited January 2010
I am highly insecure as well. I counteract it by being ridiculously competitive about everything. Because if I win I have physical proof to counter the insecurities.
well prox, its like what my mom always sais, "as long as I have your fathers money I dont give a shit" wait wrong quote, "go out to eat with your father to buy me groceries", NOPE THATS NOT IT EITHER "Hey lets celebrate you being gay by you buying me pizza"
oh golly quoting stuff is hard just go punch yourself for attention now
I love you.
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well prox, its like what my mom always sais, "as long as I have your fathers money I dont give a shit" wait wrong quote, "go out to eat with your father to buy me groceries", NOPE THATS NOT IT EITHER "Hey lets celebrate you being gay by you buying me pizza"
What a pussy cold. For my immune system it must have been like fighting some effeminate male who comes up to you only to crumple down and slap at your chest. Since I stopped smoking I'm getting sick a whole lot less. Whoo.
Anyways...
I'm so fucking glad I'm moving back to Portland in five days. I'll miss my amazingly awesome cat but it can't be helped.
The midwest can eat my ass. That's right, the entire midwest can do that. I would have thought after serving eight years in this shithole I would have come to regard it with some neutrality... nope, my hatred has only fermented . I'm livid. Not really, but my anger has gained more complex layers and more depth. But no, no, I guess hicks are cool and so is having nothing to do within a 50 miles radius. So if that's your thing I recommend living in the lower southwest corner of Michigan! *I unzip my fly and let loose a healthy stream of warm piss on this place and into the mouths every bible thumping, idiot redneck who lives around here.* Thanks for testing my patience to extremes I've never thought possible, assholes. Sorry, just some good old cathartic anger, the geyser has to cut loose now and then. I suppose If I had ever made any friends around here the idea would be to commiserate with them, not on some forum I barely ever posted on. What can you do?
I swear this winter has squeezed me for the last of my sanity. But in my opinion it's the world that's insane! Besides, sanity has really gotten warped around. No sane person watches Dr. Phil and two and a half men. Or plays solitaire for hours. That's right mom, you're fucking insane.
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The only people who talk to me on AIM are Tam and Bear and occasionally Jpeg.
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edited January 2010
My blind date went well, I think. Trying to figure out an excuse to give her a call tomorrow/today. I'm pretty bad at that.
Movies on Friday is what I am thinking about.
This experience has made me realize just how much I suck at everything beyond the first date with someone Arrrrrgh
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I'm sure I'll survive, somehow. I imagine initially I'll go through a similar situation that I went through when first attending SCAD :
I was sitting down, doing some art homework, and realized that I kept thinking to myself, "Jen, stop goofing off, it's time to do homework"...and I had this wonderful revelation that YES, I was doing homework, it just didn't feel like it...because it was art.
I imagine the first week at my job will be like, "Jen, stop goofing off, you need to find a job now" and then I'll be all, "OLOL wait...they're PAYING me to do this!? WTF" and then I melt into a puddle of anxiety and joy.
Pretty much everyone in the department agrees that if Hudson weren't such an OCD perfectionist and could put out more than 1 page every five years, everyone else in the industry would be out of a job.
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Nope! I'm going to bed. Maybe later in the week when I'm not super-busy and kinda behind on my work. :P
I'm amazed at how much work he's able to produce while being a full-time professor. I'm talking about the work he does for Disney Imagineering - all the insanely meticulous, built-from-scratch dinosaur stuffery. I remember when he took us to his studio, and a few of us picked up these bones that were laying on his Dino-Sculpture WIP desk.....they look exactly like genuine vertebrae - surface texture, little holes, striations, form, weight, color, subtle-everything......and he was like "oh yeah, those are clay models".
IN-EFFING-SANE.
I think anybody that enters his studio for the first time has their mind blown at least three times during the visit. At least. I remember he mentioned in class once how waking up in the mornings are such a joy...because he gets to go and teach class, and then afterwards he goes to his studio and makes art for the rest of the day. Art is the life he lives.
Phew! Anyway. Enough about that. I could go on and on.....he's just...seriously the most amazing artist I've ever met in my life.
I have finish an animated short all by myself by february.
Prepare at least 8 kickass pieces for GDC By March 13
teach 3 classes
I CAN DO THIS.
FLAVOR COUNTRY.
edit: Nightdragon: So you do talk to people on AIM.
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zomg fine i'll just pm you the question though it might not even require aim-ifying
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Actually bacon usually never responds to me either and ND usually never responds unless you wait for 20 thousand years
ND actually blocked me so I can't see if she's online.
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yes.
artistjeffc.tumblr.com http://www.etsy.com/shop/artistjeffc
thanks.
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oh golly quoting stuff is hard just go punch yourself for attention now
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still sad.
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p.s. hosers my aim is right there if youre feeling ronrey
Hell, I'm so hard to get a hold of in general that my own dad has to essentially bribe me to call him once a month, and my default response to phone-ringing is letting it go to voicemail, and not calling back unless there's a specific time sensitive issue that needs resolving. I am a terrible, terrible person to hang your ego upon whether you can get a hold of me or not, so calm the heck down about it seriously.
And now I've got to put on Return of the King, turn my computer off, sit down and do the Bridgman class studies I was meaning to have done by now, which I didn't do because I woke up at like 4:40pm because I'd spent the previous night playing Assassin's Creed 2 until the wee hours of the morning. Don't take me going away personally, I just have shit to do!
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edit: oh gosh that was an awful totp
At least, I've never heard of anyone I know using it.
And I never use MSN either, or any sort of chat program. It's fine if you go on with the intention of talking to a specific person alone, but then you get all these randoms saying hi and I don't want to get trapped in to 5 different conversations. Also, I like to take my time to think before I respond.
I am giving the most pathetic sadboy power knuckle
I just had an exhausted conversation with my lady about our mutual social anxieties, and how mine have been gradually flaring up over the past few years so I have gone from "totally self-confident sexy dude" to "blobby over-analytical social basket case"
I wish I could just grab some pills that would make it suddenly better, but I think at this point I need health insurance so I can afford a medical evaluation and I would not even be posting this but I am so tired I am word vomiting everywhere GO COLTS!
this is terrible
Man Prox, it's a shame that you're not around Toronto, because I could probably fix every single one of your problems in a matter of weeks, guaranteed.
Like, every one.
This was what I did my freshman year of college, and it worked great through sophomore and junior year, but gradually I'm slipping back into the same habits I had in highschool, where I find it increasingly difficult to socialize with anyone I don't already have a familiar friendship with. Even loose acquaintances are more challenging for me than they were before, and it's making me insane.
murder is not a good thing
or surprise rape
I love you.
I'm not questioning if you can murder or rape, i'm saying its not a good thing jesus
edit: oh jeeze
Anyways...
I'm so fucking glad I'm moving back to Portland in five days. I'll miss my amazingly awesome cat but it can't be helped.
The midwest can eat my ass. That's right, the entire midwest can do that. I would have thought after serving eight years in this shithole I would have come to regard it with some neutrality... nope, my hatred has only fermented . I'm livid. Not really, but my anger has gained more complex layers and more depth. But no, no, I guess hicks are cool and so is having nothing to do within a 50 miles radius. So if that's your thing I recommend living in the lower southwest corner of Michigan! *I unzip my fly and let loose a healthy stream of warm piss on this place and into the mouths every bible thumping, idiot redneck who lives around here.* Thanks for testing my patience to extremes I've never thought possible, assholes. Sorry, just some good old cathartic anger, the geyser has to cut loose now and then. I suppose If I had ever made any friends around here the idea would be to commiserate with them, not on some forum I barely ever posted on. What can you do?
I swear this winter has squeezed me for the last of my sanity. But in my opinion it's the world that's insane! Besides, sanity has really gotten warped around. No sane person watches Dr. Phil and two and a half men. Or plays solitaire for hours. That's right mom, you're fucking insane.
I need to fuel my ego people, talk to me.
Movies on Friday is what I am thinking about.
This experience has made me realize just how much I suck at everything beyond the first date with someone Arrrrrgh