Hey, Steemit users, this is the standard introduction to every blog post that I see on the top of the front page. I am, for all those that who want to know, an strugglin artist in dire need of a break. I post funny comics and all types of random art pieces I think are good. Two days ago I attended an art contest, the winner would have their art printed out in their next issue of a coloring book. To me, that sounds like it can bring in some good exposure and get my name out there. The event was held at the local bar in Cuernavaca, Morelos, a French themed bar-cafe that is owned by my ex rugby coaches. They handed out some free material, an ex-tractable rubber eraser and fine point pens. The rules were no gore, death or sexual themes, which in my opinion the most interesting bits about life involve such things. The tables were packed to gills with people, here i thought that the artistic interest was almost gone in this city, it turned out to be the contrary. I was out of my element, where usually I spend my time in my room, now i'm right in the middle of a bunch of people with the same goals and ambitions. Although I did go around glancing at other peoples work, seeing a couple of people here and there who seem to just be happy to doodle, I saw the real heavy hitters. If drawing had been a Mixed Martial Art competition, they would be the Heavyweights. In my mind I though I was a Light Heavyweight, but as it turned out i'm more of a welterweight. (Sorry if i'm talking about something you know nothing about, but if you do, good for you and we can at least hang out in person and have something interesting to talk about).
Back to reality; The place was full and my friend told me to sit down with some other ex-teammates, I began to put pencil to paper and if you are an artist you will understand that feeling. The emptiness of the white paper is enough to sap your inspiration. Writers suffer from that as well, it's hard to get an idea, let alone put it on the page. The stress of actually trying to make something made me realize how under prepared I actually was for this. I finally put my mind to it and I made some sort of android thing, I felt it was a terrible job. The time came when my friend had to go, I was so let down by my self that I bailed as well. On the bus ride home I told my self that this can never happen again. I need to be the very best, like nobody ever was. To draw them is my real test, to ink them is my final cause. All jokes aside, I felt like shit and as soon as I arrived I took out the pens that I received and began to draw, nonstop, all night I drew. I fell asleep at 4:50 in the morning, when I woke up, I looked at my drawing and saw what I had completed and came to the great conclusion that it was all shit, terrible art.
Then it hit me, If I want to get better I have to start accepting that I suck. Everything I make right now is not a masterpiece. I have to fail and fail and fail to get to a point where I am at least a bit happy of my skill. If I had that attitude where I assume that my art is great, I can never fail and continue growing as an artist. I don't imagine losing this state of mind, and hell yes, I will continue to go to these types of events, but I definitely going in a thousand times more preapared than last time. Maybe they will wipe my ass all over the floor once again, and when that happens i'll come back again and again more determined than the last time, because I fucking love doing this and i'm not giving up on my passion, not now and definitely not ever.