Uh Fack, part1: Improving, angst and frustration. by ElsaKroese, journal
Uh Fack, part1: Improving, angst and frustration.
Progress. A thing we all want, right? Some more than others perhaps, but I think I can safely say that it's the one thing all artists want; to be a better artist.
In the past few years I've been struggling with this topic a lot. I ran into one of those phases in which I learned a lot of what I was doing wrong, but didn't manage to work on any solutions for these problems. I felt like going backwards, and I grew increasingly frustrated with my own art. I'm progressing, but hardly as much as I aspire to - while I do spend most of my waking hours drawing.
Sure, a bunch of my comic work allows me to study and practice - but it's a very narrow a
I always have to explain the plaque.
It's made of brass. It's just two two bright-shined words.
Stay Angry.
Of course, it makes no sense if you walk in and see it hanging on the wall. So the questions follow. Sometimes after tumbles through sheets, sometimes after shouting matches. The best ones are the questions on the quiet nights where there's nothing but the sound of cicadas in the distance with their slow drone pouring in behind the words and the want and the question: Why?
I start out pointing at the scrapes in the brushed metal. The spark-bright scuffs in the patina surrounding those two simple words that age and dozens of move