Just a very quick sketch of the character body types. Attempting to make the base for the poses more fluid, might help me loosen up the comic itself. Gotta get this page done.
I Hate Working
No, this isn't a post complaining about my job, or a post about wanting to just do nothing at all with my life and wishing I could lay around the house. This is a post about how I hate how the employment and financial system works in the world.
Here we go:
I hate working, I absolutely despise it on every level. I hate spending 8.5 to sometimes 11 hours (if I include travel time in there) working for someone else. I hate that in those 8+ hours per day a business that I work for makes magnitudes more than what my entire paycheck will be. I hate that I get home, sleep for an almost decent amount of time and have only a few hours left before having to go back and do it again.
Spending that time, getting paid a fraction of what the business makes and not having much time for myself just seems wrong. On a fundamental, primal level it feels abnormal. I would much rather be spending my time drawing, writing, making some sort of content, improving the craft that I want to go into, finding ways to monetize that craft. Instead I'm shoving it to the side, only giving myself a few hours a day to it, which means I lag behind, I forget things, I don't improve.
Looking at my art from the months before I started working until now I feel I've gotten worse. Far far worse. My anatomy is slipping, my colours are lazy, features are starting to look the same, I'm forgetting how to draw my own characters. I have gotten nothing substantial done in two months, let alone improved at all. All because I'm spending my time behind a counter or mopping floors and dealing with drunks or drug addicts all night.
I am more than thankful to have a job. I appreciate the fact that there are a lot of people out there who don't have work, up until this past year I was one of them. But, I hate the fact that I, or even the collective of society, has to do jobs that aren't in their passion. Yes, there are plenty of people who enjoy their work and plenty who do the things they're passionate about, but there are far far more who are stuck in dead-end jobs going through the motions of their day, every day.
I spent most of the night thinking about this and it's done nothing but give me more of a drive to work on Dead, try to get SSP started as a real company and to find a way to make money doing what I actually want to do and not spend my time making money for someone else.
Anyway, I have a comic to draw and 38 hours before I have to be back to work. G'bye.
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Have you ever thought about how you stand while you lock a door on your way out? Or where your hands go when you're not paying attention to them? Or what you do with your legs while you sit down? Or how about getting into a car? Or how your fingers are placed on a counter when you lean against it? Or the myriad other ways your body just does things when you're not paying attention?
These are the main problems I'm running into while I attempt to continue Dead. I've spent the last year studying from tutorials and reference and photos, but never had a chance to just sit back and draw people doing things; as a result my art is extremely stiff which I can't stand which is why I haven't posted the next page of Dead yet. I've gotten it done three times and scrapped each one.
I guess it's just something that'll get better over time and as I get more time to practice? I don't know but I need to get this page done, so if the art seems a bit off still, sorry. It'll get better, promise.
The Best and Worst
Work was interesting to say the least. A few hours after I got there a woman walked in, she was crying, her face was bruised and bleeding, her knee was bandaged, her clothes were covered in blood...I asked her if she needed me to call anyone, she simply said "Just left the hospital, this is what happens when you have a shitty boyfriend." All I could think was how much I wanted to hunt whoever this fuck was down and do to him ten times what he'd done to her.
I don't understand someone who can do that, I don't get how you can think it's completely okay to beat the living hell out of someone you 'love'. What is it in their brain that is just..off?
But, I can't focus on that, being angry won't do anything to help anyone's day, let alone my own. Something else that was very good happened as well. One of my regulars, a woman who's name I've never gotten, told me that she found a bike in her backyard for me as well as to go into one of the wood mills in town and apply and she'd attempt to get me hired on there for 14 an hour.
I've met some pretty great people over the time I've worked here, and I've met some terrible people.
Anyway, my morning ramble is done, I'll see you later. Hopefully with a new page of Dead.
My view coming out of work this morning.