A little about myself (part 1)

Barely an artist, and definitely no writer. As I’m trying to come up with one word at a time, I do wonder how I ever thought this would be different. I wanted a way to express other sides of me, help my followers to know me better, and maybe even connect with some of you guys. But damn, writing is hard, even if it’s just a silly throwaway blog. 

Hi, I’m Tezy8, and I’m 26 at the time of writing. If you’re reading this, you’re probably somewhat interested in learning a little more about me.

I never wanted to be an artist, never thought about it. When I was a kid, I dreamt of becoming a vet, and then later in life, a teacher. Those dreams faded though, and on a day when I was 17, I followed my friend to her art class just for the kicks. It was a nice experience enough, the teacher there even gave me some compliments. It left such an impression that I decided to enroll in an art university the following year. Not because I suddenly had a burning passion for drawing, but only because I was too lazy to study anything else. Art seemed like a chill alternative at the time.

I didn’t even really pick drawing, my major then was graphic design. It took 4 years for me to realize that being a designer was not gonna work out. The subjects didn’t interest me much, and the part-time gigs I got left me questioning my sanity. I simply couldn’t do this anymore, so I decided to drop out even though I was so close to getting my (probably would be useless) degree.

I was 22 then, and I had no idea what was next. Drawing was the obvious choice since it was somewhat adjacent to my major, and I even had a class or two about drawing at my university. Never serious though. With that in mind, I thought what the hell and bought a tablet, looked up some drawing tutorials on Youtube, and my art journey finally truly began. Another 4 years passed, and now I’m drawing big girls with big boobs for a living.

Insecurity is the biggest obstacle, it’s what keeps you from trying to improve in anything. My biggest insecurity is the fact that I didn’t start learning to draw ‘’early enough’’, which I believe is quite common among artists. How can you ever hope to catch up when you're so far behind? It took a while, and honestly, I still struggle with it on a daily basis, but I eventually learned that it really doesn’t matter. It’s not a race, you’re not competing with anyone but yourself. All you need to care about is trying to be better than you of yesterday.