You draw a lot. One day, you draw a bit that is sort of different from how you were drawing it before, almost by accident. You look at it and think “oh, I like how that looks.” Then the next time you draw something you try to do that again, only more so. Then again and again until you are doing it all the time, because you like it that way. Sometimes this happens without you really even noticing.
Help me support a talented and homeless art student. Recently, I have taken in a homeless art student that attends college with my youngest son. Unfortunately, certain circumstances prevent him from going to school for a second year.
Born and raised in America, Kevin struggled to live in a household governed by parents of Chinese heritage. His parents are very traditional. They prevented him from an independent lifestyle until freshman year of college where he dormed with other young college students. Upon returning home for the summer, he asked his parents if he could live off campus and share an apartment with my son and several others. The costs of living there were cheaper than if he chose to live on-campus, but even so, his parents did not allow that. They warned him that if he decided to move out, then he would no longer receive support from them. They kicked him out of their home shortly after. Kevin sought help from his friends. He stayed with a local college friend, her mother, and her sister for a few days. Then he spent another week living in a homeless shelter in Atlanta, GA. Unable to find a job or secure a permanent residence, he returned home to live with his parents. Needless to say, he did not feel safe there and continued searching for another place to stay. I couldn’t bare this kid living on the streets, so my husband and I drove from our country (nice word for double wide) home to Atlanta and brought him over to live with us for the summer.
I didn’t realize the extent of Kevin’s issues at home until getting to know him better. He suffered from depression, emotional abuse, and verbal threats under the control of his parents. He mentioned having suicidal thoughts in the past. Unfortunately, depression and mental illnesses are very foreign to his parents, and they insist in knowing what’s best for him and his future. They said he cannot go to school and worry about his mental health and well-being. Kevin chose his mental health and safety over the opportunity to go to college. We would like to help him continue following his aspirations. However, we are struggling to pay for our son’s college and cannot help Kevin without going into massive debt. His scholarships aren’t enough to cover his tuition, and he will lose those scholarships if he does not enroll full time. We don’t want him to face an even bigger burden. I am asking for whatever you can spare to help Kevin to fulfill his dreams.
I get the question often as to what size canvas I draw on. I’ve answered in responses to explain the basics numerous times, but I’m going to write a bit more detailed response so all can understand and reference.
(I’ll use my Dirty Pair piece as the guinea pig for this explanation.)
just fucking draw. don’t compare yourself to other people, don’t stop because you drew a lot last tuesday and you haven’t visibly improved. it takes time, effort, and a lot of perseverance. besides, no matter how “bad” you think you are, there’s still gonna be someone who thinks the stuff you produce is the best goddamn thing they’ve ever seen in their entire life. the artist you were five years ago would have their mind fucking blown by the artist you are today. so just draw a fuckton, because every new thing you draw is one drawing better than you were before.