Hello again!!I submitted this journal right after midnight (Australia time) because I want to make it my birthday journal. Not to give it any fancy meaning but to make it more purposeful. It's funny that to most part of the world I'm still a year younger.
As some of you would've noticed I was disappeared from DA for a few months and haven't posted any new artwork for ages. I wish I could blame it on my personal life but the truth is I've been suffering from a long 'mental block' period. Of course there's nothing significant about a non-pro like me not being able to come up with a new piece regularly like a drawing machine but believe me the cause of my mental block was so over the top it'll make you roll your eyes.
I think I've been cursed by a God. By 'God' I mean the power that can control universe or whatever we believe in with neither connection nor relation to any religions.
I know what you guys are thinking. Before advising me to give the local mental health hotlines a call may I ask you something,
have you ever made a bargain with the power that be above with your art to get what you want?Confusing? Let me explain it further, and let's making it short and emotionless by skipping all the non art-related details.
Earlier this year I wanted something so badly I mentally made a deal with the power above that
if he answered my prayer I'd draw the subject of my prayer and made it the best drawing of my life.Why did I take that too seriously? I have no logical explanation but I do think it makes perfect sense that someone like me who believes in ghosts, aliens and everything paranormals would believe in magic and miracle (cos I did believe wholeheartedly that it'd take magic and miracle to make my wish come true).
Miracle happened and things turned out as I dreamt of. I should've just kept my promise and done that one drawing just to celebrate if not for the peace of my mind but I didn't.
There're two reasons why.
One because I didn't want to admit that I'd taken it THAT seriously. Two because I had no confidence that I could make my best drawing out of it.
I knew it couldn't be my best because 'my best' never existed. I tried my best everytime I drew a piece. There's no room left for the extra effort to make one piece better than the rest. I kept pushing the task away to the point of ignoring anything that reminded me of that unfinished business. I stopped coming to DA because I couldn't bear looking at anyone's artworks anymore. During that time my head kept telling me how silly it was to feel under pressure when I should just let it go but my gut kept telling me something would go wrong if I didn't try to fulfill my part of the deal.
My gut was right. Things did go wrong, terribly and unacceptably wrong.
It's then that I realised I had no choice but to start working on that piece knowing I'd never put my mind to rest until it's done. That was a month ago. I was 80% into that piece when I decided to come back to DA. I needed this place to remind me of the good time when I used to draw with all the confidence in the world.
I know I've screwed the chance to work on this beloved subject with joy and pride and now every stroke and blending will be done with sadness and guilt. For my redemption I can only promise that I will finish it.
If you ask me if I TRUELY believe a drawing would have changed anything my answer is ABSOLUTELY NOT. It's just a mental make-belief that has a psychological effect on the non-scientific side of me. The side that always opens up to mysteries and paranormals, enjoys fantasy and fictions and believes in magic and miracle.
BTW, you're all free to guess what the subject is..