Due to being unsatisfied with previous efforts and "scrapping" them, I've decided to try again, and now feels like a good time to start.
Sitting and watching the world fall apart shall be my motivation this time around. Wars, madness, and destruction. Nearly all humans seem to be catching and sometimes even embracing the new virus.
What is the catalyst?
Do you feel like these are your final days as well?
Do you still trust the world and your surroundings? What about the people? And when you feel like there's nothing left, where do you go? Who do you turn to?
Them?
Does an endless stream of wrongs ever make a right?
Of course I don't expect to get any answers. And destruction by force is a given in this world, because people.
Though I'm not in the business of hurting others and maybe you aren't either, it's easy to see how some become satisfied with destroying lives.
For me it's easy to feel my own pain and that's usually enough, especially when that's the only feeling left coming in naturally at the time. Can look around, see a world falling apart, and maybe not feel so alone after all. Gotta pull those positives out somehow...
If this was your final day, as the world crumbles around you, did you spend it lifting someone up?
Or did you push them out of the way?
Regardless, everything becomes a little more clear, but the end result can never truly be considered positive.
Yet it all looks so good on paper.
The hero.
The survivors.
Once there and when viewing the world through that lens, how could one possibly be wrong? They're now better than everyone and nobody's left to see how sinister they've become since it's only heroes and survivors left congratulating one another for a job well done.
The individual mind swells.
Once again running out of room. All their mistakes from the past are forgotten. The cycle repeats but this time it's the heroes and survivors turn to take it on the chin. And, of course, it's a shared planet; no escapes.
In a position now where everyone gets pushed down, all by natural design of course, and nothing can change for them. Riding that wave directly into the rocks. Stunned. All heroes and survivors. All afraid to talk and can no longer walk the walk.
Far too late to take corrective action for they never saw the need. How can they possibly be wrong? And the ringleader is in hiding?
Unfortunately
I don't have the answers and I don't think I care enough about the world to want to fix it.
All I am in this moment is an artist bullshitting my way through the creative process. Trying something new and enjoying the freedom to just, do.
Previously I used pareidolia as my guide; going with the flow.
Today, some thoughts about society were transformed into cheesy illustrations. The words were converted into props. Once again, by simply going with the flow, I've created the basics leading up to a cartoon character that wouldn't exist if I did this any other way. Started with a blank digital canvas and had no idea where I was going until I got there.
And as you can see...
This is turning into an absolute disaster. It can both see and smell now, at least. But would a nose that looks like a mouse that didn't know how to grow a tail properly actually work?
And we can't even get answers because his mouth is stapled shut.
I'll keep trying, I guess...
As you can see, I'm not finished and I'll get back to work soon. Just wanted to stop to tell you dude was looking kind of pale and it was burning my eyes.
Time for more of the same...
Patches McMouseface
Couldn't think of a better name.
I just realized I'm becoming annoyed with this post. Don't even know how I managed to get this far. Feel like it should have been thrown in the trash hours ago. Then noticed I'm only at about 675 words, giving me plenty of wiggle room to mess around some more.
I'll admit I find it difficult to focus and I'm lacking in the energy department. Have you ever felt like you've spent a lot of time and energy on a project, only to receive the opposite of expected results?
Hmmm. I better stop thinking and get back to work...
And there we have it.
Both a hero and a survivor, looking stupid nonstop.
Conclusion
I have no idea how I managed to get this far and still find a way to somehow tie it all together. I'll admit I feel slightly impressed, in the sense I accomplished something.
Unfortunately, that's probably the most ridiculous thing I've ever made.
So I think I'll scrap this one.
Time to start over.
To be continued... ?
