Dear Tony Dogbomb, today is your 7th heaven birthday. I hope you have a fun day with lots of beer, and all your angel friends over there. We all think about you, celebrate your life, look at the deep footprints you made, and raise our bottles of beer. Cheers! 💜
It's Dogbomb Day! 7 years ago, Tony Barrett, known to furries as Dogbomb1, passed away just 13 months after being diagnosed with ALS...but not before raising over $35,500 for the ALS Association.
If you have some change to spare, please consider donating to the ALS Association today! www.als.org/
What if we just started mass-reporting conservatives to ICE? Tie up ICE resources, poison their databases, maybe even get some conservatives thrown into their own camps?
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Ironically, I don't put a lot of effort into trying to get commissions because I worry I'll be unreliable due to the art blocks. I feel guilty for drawing while simultaneously feeling guilty for not drawing.
I don't really draw for fun anymore. I love doing it, and I'd love to do it more, but I just feel guilty every time I try. I'm not popular enough to get commissions or even likes, so it feels like wasted time I should have spent on chores or something that pays the bills.
I think my art productivity (and quality consistency) dropped pretty sharply when I switched to all-digital. I should try keeping a sketchbook and pencil on hand like I used to.
Not taking care of yourself is not self-care, no matter how much you try to convince yourself that you're just "listening to your body". Consider that maybe you feel like shit because you're treating yourself like shit. Take a shower. Eat some real food. Drink some water. Get some sunlight.
There's nothing quite so demoralizing as spending years pouring your whole heart and soul into something, only to discover that your best will never be good enough.
I have so many "failed" drawings in my gallery that I never revisited. I gave up too easily. Projects that go smoothly from start to finish are always rare, especially when you don't practice enough. It's important to remember that art isn't magic. It usually requires lots of gradual refinement.
Sometimes art just seems to happen effortlessly, coming together into a masterpiece on the first try. Far more often, I scribble futilely for a few hours before I get frustrated that the lines aren't cooperating and abandon the project. It's pathetic quitter behavior and I need to stop.
Idk. I think a world where monsterfuckers who value consent, folks into weird and hard kinks that aren't for me, folks with identities and fursonas that I don't always understand, and the uncertainty and compassion that all requires, is vastly preferable to whatever the hell is going on right now.