to clarify, im just looking for similar instances of a parent’s disapproval of art. i already understand the risks of majoring in art and i know its a good idea to have a backup plan if it doesnt work out in the end
im more curious to know if your family tries to force their own ideas on you to change your own, about who you want to be or what you want to do in life
Well my dad was always cautious of the idea of me pursuing animation, wanting me to become an engineer and work at the oil sands in alberta and in the end I guess he was right. My grades during high school were pretty bad and I barely graduated so I didn’t really have the option to further my academic career. During my lull after my first commission my dad confronted me about going to college and I told him that I would go to college if he paid in full for the course. Suffice to say, I’m not in college. Instead he got me a job on the shipping docks and since then he hasn’t ever bothered me on where I want to take my life anymore.
But I can tell you right now that if I had made a break into the animation industry, my dad would still be on my ass for not getting a job that pays incredibly well. He’s a stubborn man and he bugs my sisters about this kind of thing too. My oldest sister wanted to be a bellydancer, and my middle sister wants to be a psychologist and he won’t have any of it. I know he means well, just wants his kids to have good lives but I don’t think he can understand the concept of being happy without money.
Out of the three of us, our oldest sister is the only one who’s been able to break free from our dad, only because she doesn’t need dad’s money to survive anymore. Now she is a professional bellydancer, and teaches it at a studio somewhere. My middle sister went to toronto for a few years to earn her psychology degree and only came back to finish a few course requirements and she’s already succumbing to dad’s idea for her to become a lawyer, only because she needs dad’s money and needs it bad.
As much as I don’t want to admit it, I’m glad my dad talked me into working at the longshore. During my lull I went into a deep depression and finally being able to get a good job cleared it right up. I don’t think I’m ready to be a full-time animator anyway, and I’m already swimming in debt. Working up the ranks at the docks and paying off my loans will take some time but it will happen eventually, and then maybe I can pursue art again. For now though, it will have to be just a hobby.
The moral of this story? Become financially independant, then you can live your dreams. Otherwise you’ll just have to convince your parents somehow.
Just played the Undertale demo for no good reason and then discussed it on /v/ and seeing people’s reaction to one of the game’s mindbending twists made me think about just how fictional characters from books, shows and games can affect us at an emotional level. We get lulled into false worlds, bear witness to false events and though we meet false people, they earn a place in our hearts just the same.
But think about this for a second. If you draw, chances are you have your own original characters. I bet they have their own stories too…backgrounds, dilemmas, relationships with other characters…the whole shebang. These OCs were made by you, in essence, they’re a part of you. Perhaps a part of you that loves a certain genre, or a part that represents some fragment of your own personality, or maybe even a part of you that you don’t really understand. You tell yourself “No, this is a character I made up, this isn’t me” but in fact it is you. A separate part of you, a part that you never knew was there, that feels too different to be you but deep down you know. And by exploring these characters, by exploring who they are, you begin to understand those hidden parts of your mind, to accept them, and these characters merge with your conscience and change you. Through the power of a fictional character, you discovered something about yourself you never knew.
Or maybe I’m just thinking too hard into things.
There needs to be a genre for 70s/80s documentary music
My house is so cold im going to stay in bed all day
Sorry cat looks like you aren’t getting fed
Why does the tumblr phone app not have a safe mode