Art (WARNING: Ennui and Angst Up ahead! Proceed with Caution)
Why is it every time I draw something I’m more impressed with it than any one else?
And why is it, sometimes when I doodle something while watching TV everyone thinks it’s so fantastic? How does that work?
My medium is, more often than not, windows paint. Everyone who has some form of windows, has paint and usually it’s used for doodling when you’re bored and you don’t want to play another game of solitaire. For the most part art on windows paint is boxy and messy but I’ve actually developed some skill on it and, when I draw something, you can usually tell what it is without it being a stick figure.
True it’s usually very surreal and I make full use of the copy/paste tools but still, I have some pride in my computer art, especially since (in my opinion) I can’t draw in real life to save my life. Plus it’s something I enjoy doing and it wastes a lot of time.
And yet every time I finish a piece of computer art and I show it to mom for her approval she seems unimpressed by it. Not only that but more often than not she just gives it a cursory look over and says (in that horrible voice that parents employ when they don’t have an opinion but they don’t want to hurt their kid’s feelings) that it’s pretty cool.
To Moms and Dads of teenagers: do not use that voice on your kids after they learn to understand inflection. We don’t like it! It’s like when you say, “I’m not angry… just disappointed.” AUGH! Just cut us off at the knees why don’t you?!
Anyway.
I just finished this really cool (I thought) piece of computer art and went downstairs to show mom and as usual she did her little, “Oh. Neato.” Thing that just drives me nuts! And she’s been using it more and more often with my art… It’s like a passive-aggressive way to smother my art. And I know she doesn’t even mean to do it! Grr!
At least I’m happy with it. Geh.
I’ve been sick but my grades are still good. Friends are still good. Uncle is still dying. Mom is still in school. It’s a pretty blah day over here.
Maybe it’ll be better when I wake up. (5:30 in the morning and I still haven’t gone to bed! Thank you insomnia… and school, but that’s my own fault.)
Write again, sooner or later.
And why is it, sometimes when I doodle something while watching TV everyone thinks it’s so fantastic? How does that work?
My medium is, more often than not, windows paint. Everyone who has some form of windows, has paint and usually it’s used for doodling when you’re bored and you don’t want to play another game of solitaire. For the most part art on windows paint is boxy and messy but I’ve actually developed some skill on it and, when I draw something, you can usually tell what it is without it being a stick figure.
True it’s usually very surreal and I make full use of the copy/paste tools but still, I have some pride in my computer art, especially since (in my opinion) I can’t draw in real life to save my life. Plus it’s something I enjoy doing and it wastes a lot of time.
And yet every time I finish a piece of computer art and I show it to mom for her approval she seems unimpressed by it. Not only that but more often than not she just gives it a cursory look over and says (in that horrible voice that parents employ when they don’t have an opinion but they don’t want to hurt their kid’s feelings) that it’s pretty cool.
To Moms and Dads of teenagers: do not use that voice on your kids after they learn to understand inflection. We don’t like it! It’s like when you say, “I’m not angry… just disappointed.” AUGH! Just cut us off at the knees why don’t you?!
Anyway.
I just finished this really cool (I thought) piece of computer art and went downstairs to show mom and as usual she did her little, “Oh. Neato.” Thing that just drives me nuts! And she’s been using it more and more often with my art… It’s like a passive-aggressive way to smother my art. And I know she doesn’t even mean to do it! Grr!
At least I’m happy with it. Geh.
I’ve been sick but my grades are still good. Friends are still good. Uncle is still dying. Mom is still in school. It’s a pretty blah day over here.
Maybe it’ll be better when I wake up. (5:30 in the morning and I still haven’t gone to bed! Thank you insomnia… and school, but that’s my own fault.)
Write again, sooner or later.
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