Hey! I’m JONRS.
I’m a self-taught Artist, Writer, Entertainer, Entrepreneur, etc…
This is my personal blog where I post my art, talk about video games and philosophy, and anything else I might be interested in.
2016 = ~30 hours
2017 = 304 hours
2018 = 324 hours (as of July 2018)
Lifetime = ~658 hours (+/- 30-50 hours as a kid)
I’ve been drawing for about a year and a half now. I started October of 2016, although I honestly didn’t start getting serious until October 2017. Let’s just say it was a VERY half-assed first year. 😛
My entire life I’ve been wanting to learn how to draw, I finally decided I was going to commit and do it.
I used to draw a lot as a kid in church and in middle school, mostly to stay awake during boring as hell sermons and lectures. It was mostly doodles and funny little comics-probably the most serious artistic effort I ever made was to copy the original box art of Counter-Strike. After middle school I pretty much stopped drawing for 10+ years, and here I am!
A year and a half into teaching myself how to draw and I think I’m doing okay. I still have a lot of work to do, gotta hone my fundamentals. It’s okay though, I’m committed now to becoming an amazing artist. I have the rest of my life now to master it.
(Bonus insight into my head: Why am I drawing in the first place? I want the ability to make the images that appear in my head into physical forms. I think I’m trying to become a master artist out of narcissism. I don’t care what people say about my art. I just want to be able to create art that I think looks good. If I’m able to impress my self fully with my art, I will have succeeded in my mission. It’s kinda fucked up and very self-centered and I’ve never heard anyone else describe their pursuit of a skill in this way. I guess I see becoming an art master as a way of proving my worth to myself. If I can’t impress myself with my art, what good am I as a human? I’m my harshest critic. There’s no point in impressing other people because I am the vehicle that experiences my reality, I make the choices in my life, not other people. From my point of view, I am the main protagonist of my story. Why should I try and impress other people with my art when their opinion has no impact whatsoever on my life? Hopefully this gives you some insight into the thought process of a very strange narcissist.)
(Also to be clear, I do like when people like my art, but not because of social acceptance. I love when people like my art because my art has given them joy or turned them on or whatever. If I can make someone feel turned on or happy from my art, I am happy to hear that. It’s like I’m giving you a gift of pleasure. I get pleasure by giving other people pleasure. But to be honest this delight in giving people pleasure is still a far off second place to my overwhelming desire to impress myself. Heh.)