....nah, just kidding. Or, as a good friend once told me "Just f@&*ing with you".
I haven't been around in some time, and there are several requests and commissions that I need to get done, but real life has been intruding. So please bear with it (and obviously, that's why I can't quit!).
But as to the title...I've been drawing/creating art for quite a number of years. I honestly did not consider that I would be going as long as I have--if you'd asked a much, much younger version of me (say, around eleven) what my future profession would be, I would've said "An astronaut or a writer." Well...I sort of accomplished the second. I wasn't smart enough for the first. And I was pursuing a career in science before I ended up just being honest with myself and decided to chuck everything and go to art school.
Things have not been easy. I've had ups and downs (more of the second), and yes, there were times when I considered putting down my pencils and going on to find work in another field. And yet....I still end up going back to drawing. I admit that there are not many things in life that I can do well, but art is something that I manage to get something decent down, even if it isn't on the level of say, Michelangelo, Alex Ross, Haruhiko Mikimoto, or Walt Simonson.
But of course my work has to stand on its own. It has to be unique, to be, well, me. And since I don't have children--not yet, anyway--my art may end up being one of the few things I can leave behind after I've passed on from this life.
Still, how many of us out there have felt the urge to just hang it up and go elsewhere? We will always face doubts about our abilities and whether or not we will ever be able to continue creating art. The only thing we can do is to keep going, keep putting pen to paper (or stylus to tablet or screen) and keep cranking things out. After all creating art is something unique--it can be considered something irrational. After all, what reasonable, rational person would draw something? It makes no sense; we are creating something out of nothing. And yet, there are many people who have done just that--and the world is a better place for it. Imagine a world without the art of Giotto, Da Vinci, Amano, Byrne, Chaykin, Kirby, Colan, Saunders, Frazetta, Brundage...
So, has anyone felt the urge to quit art? If you have, how did things work out in the end?