Using this chance to talk about burnout and my struggle with depression.
I’ve always loved art and making art and it is a lifelong dream of mine to turn it into a career (Who doesn’t want to make money doing something you love?)
At 16, I was diagnosed with major depression and I’ve been climbing mountains to try and overcome it. I thought I had it under control when I turned 19/20, I would even call myself “high functioning.”
Before I knew it, I started to find drawing a chore.
I was pulling at my hair, wracking my brain to come up with ideas and the patience to finish them. This work right here is an example of that. The lineart was after weeks of Ctrl-Zs and complete scrapping and when I finally finished the line work and proceeded with colouring; I realised I burned out.
I think one of the most painful things for an artist is to be unable to see their works come to life or fruition.
With that being said, my heart goes out to all of my fellow struggling artists who face creative blocks day after day only to meet with burn out. I love you guys and take care of yourself!
“Haven’t you heard? They call her the one eyed reaper. She was meant to die after losing an eye to some freak accident and the wound became septic. I guess the Father took a liking to her, now she’s his right hand man.”
“She looks pretty dead to me.”
“They’re not alive in the sense like how you and I are. I mean it in a supernatural sense. You see the scythe she wields? I saw her the day she came back. Blood dripping like ruby fire, that shit’s the real deal. There’s word going around that she’s massacred over thousands, if not more.”
“Holy fuck.”
“Hah, you know what’s really fucked? She works for the father and the father works for money. This city is doomed.”
Please do not steal my work! Thank you!