Ponder Once, Ponder Twice, Pondered

This is what you get after a weekend mix of Sartorialist and Doubt.


An amusing and heartwarming entry by one of my favorite artists, Hector Sevilla, the condensed version. He who has essentially summed up all of an artist's hopes, fears and desires,I worship the paper on which he draws on.
For a full read, please read his journal.

“When i was a kid, and i'm talking about 10 years from here back in time, cellphones were for the rich and crap like that, and when Pearl Jam ruled, and real old anime was in this side of the world.

A teacher, yelled at me in front of all the class, saying "What are you doing here?, you don't have a sense of design, you don't have what it takes to be a graphic designer, you should be somewhere else.

Youth, passes so fast, that you repeat this question all day, its like if you have a flu, and everyone its playing in the snow outside, I think this example perfectly describes what I’m talking about. You will feel that you don’t belong to the world in a way.

Your body is a drawing machine, so you need to eat well, sleep well do exercises, don’t drink to much, its a lot of sacrifices, because if something its unbalanced your work will not show a 100% of your true strength, that’s why it's a sacrifice.

Besides, art is a selfish B***H, it doesn’t matter how much you study, work, gather ideas, design, etc. She will never be satisfied, sometimes she will treat you very bad and I mean Very Bad, and some days she will be happy with you.

So art is a bipolar girl. But that’s my personal experience, other people have the luck to find a nice balance, those are hard to get, because you barely go out the house. Art will become your first priority and you will miss a lot of things in life.

The doubts will never fade, each day its a fight to get inspiration, to study to learn, there will be days you cant draw, or all your works ends pretty bad, there will always be good and bad days, just like in the beginning in youth.

So I ask you this, do you feel something weird, when you are feeling a pencil scratching on a paper, that sometimes people tell you what are you smiling at, that you are drawing and you didn’t notice that smile you had on your face.

Be brave and art teachers, behave.”