vietkorea asked: Are all the aywas sketchbooks gone? :c
Ahhh! The link is a 404! I sent the staff an email so they get that fixed! Thanks for letting me know, there are still sketchbooks available.
I’ll message you when it’s back up!
nekoromancy asked: HOOOOLY SHIT I DIDN'T KNOW YOU STILL EVEN DID ANY ARTWORK, WHEN I CAME ACROSS YOUR POKEMON VALENTINES I WAS LIKE "hey that totally reminds me of suta-raito that one awesome artist on neopets" AND WOW
I LIIIIVE actually I can’t tell you how many messages I get like this. Glad you found me again!!
nekoromancy asked: Anyways I actually came to ask if I could use your valentines as little things to pass out, they won't be sold for anything (they are just going to be attached like little tags to s'more kit bags and candy bars) and I'll write your credits on all of them. If not that's okay!
Yes of course!! Anyone can use these for anything really, as long as they don’t claim to have drawn them haha. And credit is always appreciated where you can, but you probably don’t need to if you’re just handing them out to your friends. :)
/nostalgic and personal
Every once in a while a song starts playing that makes me recollect feelings of when I was younger. Tonight the famous Lion King song ‘I Just Can’t Wait to be King’ started playing and it made me remember the Lion King play I was in when I was 6 years old. More importantly, that was the very last time I was ever comfortable in front of an audience.
My role was the stern Hornbill, Zazu. I begged, pleaded and cried to be Nala, but the teacher wasn’t having it, so I was the best damn Zazu I could ever be. My costume was nothing more than a mere blue boa, but I memorized all my words and sang my heart out. I remember the girl who played Nala getting stage fright before the play, and I could have stepped in…but NO! I wanted to be the awesome and powerful Zazu now! I stormed all over the stage, and I still sing all of Zazu’s lines when it comes on.
Anyway, at the time I was going to a private school because I was too young to start public school for 1st grade. They thought I wouldn’t learn as well as the other kids. Yeah right.
This particular private school was so much fun! It had grades 1-12 in one room, about one or two students per grade, and I learned everything because of that. I was writing cursive in first grade! There was one other boy in my class, and man we got into so much trouble. Their punishments involved sticking us in a room and having us re-write the same sentence 100 times. Once I had to write it 500 times. That was probably when we were throwing rocks at a beehive and everyone had to evacuate the playground. Nevertheless, they didn’t tell me to be quiet. As a class we were told to settle down, do our work, learn from each other, ask questions, explore, and try to figure things out on our own before asking for help. So naturally, we walked around and found answers, talked to each other, and it was wonderful.
That school taught me to be creative, to play, to learn, and to speak my mind. In 2nd grade I was finally old enough to go to public school, and I was so excited to see all my old friends from kindergarten. As soon as lunch started, I spotted my best friend Bianca and ran towards her table. She warned me to go back to my class’s table, which made no sense to me, but I squatted down and just wanted to talk and catch up, I was so happy to see her!
Bianca got quiet as one of the teachers came up behind me and literally screamed at my face, like I had committed a terrible crime. I slinked back to my class table and cried, not knowing what I had done that could have been SO bad! And I still remember it to this day.
That year was really tough. Not mentally, I was far ahead of everyone else, but I was getting bad scores for speaking to loud or talking too much. My ‘cooperation’ cards were always yellow or red, and every time I spoke to anyone I was reprimanded. Later in grades 3-5, I was constantly getting bad marks on my report card for speaking out and not raising my hand. At grade 6, it was a new school and a new beginning, so I decided that I wasn’t going to speak out anymore. I no longer wanted to socialize or talk to my teachers. It was drilled into my head that expressing yourself meant trouble, that you shouldn’t talk to others. The teacher has all the answers and they’re all in that heavy, boring, out-dated book on your desk.
I’ve gotten a lot better since College and meeting social butterflies in the workplace that have sort of molded me into a more successful artist. Surprisingly, in the real world they WANT to see you speak out and be creative; it’s a skill that’s appreciated…probably because schools drill it out of you at such a young age and the rebels are those that end up succeeding.
I HIT 3000 AMAZING FOLLOWERS thank you thank you ahhhh!! I have so many notes to answer as well, I’m not ignoring anyone I promise! I work about 10 hours a day and in between that is cooking and cleaning and wedding planning. BUT I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU SO SO SO MUCH thank you eeeeee ;u;