When I was a little kid, I used to admire my elder sister’s collection of sketches and drawings of different images, mostly humans, because I don’t know, maybe she’s fascinated with the beauty of human anatomy of something, the curves and all that. Seen on almost everywhere, but most of them, she found on magazines. She likes fictional characters, especially odd, so she would grab a pencil (sometimes pen), and scribbles her way to its completion. And when it’s done, I can’t help but to stare at it and wishes to draw like her. “Man, she’s good!”, i used to think.
And when she’s really at it, she would put finishing touches, like grabbing markers or pastel colors, or water colors, whatever her crafty hands hover on, she would use it. She would put them all together in her thick brown envelope and keep in her drawer, a collection sort of stuff.
Until I had this comic magazine which a friend gave me, and was sold then I believe about $1.30 or so. Can’t really remember what magazine that was, but I’m pretty sure it was a DC, where you would see Dark Wing and Midnight fight. Sure is a treasure for 7-year old art fanatic. And so I would read it so often that I remembered every single line. So I thought cool graphics and all, and since my family is in fond of drawing/sketching and everything, like I’ve seen my father draw images of his plumbing projects, like those you see on a blue print ala Leonardo Da Vinci, my sisters who did my school projects so cartoony, and my brothers did drawings similar to that of my father, only better, I thought I’m gonna give it a shot.
It’s kind of hard that it required patience and huge percent of passion (for a kid) to produce images like those, with all the shadowing stuff, the fluidity of the movement that looked so natural (which made me once think that maybe STAN LEE is a god in disguise), the reaction of clothes and how they react to the movement of the character wearing it (although most of them wears spandex, you know, the usual superhero stuff), above many that some, I don’t have an idea what to call them. Though if you’re in this field, I bet you know what I’m pertaining to.
It didn’t come out satisfying enough because they had small heads and large bodies, but I sure was proud to discover the blood runs through the veins. I kept in mind it’ll get better eventually, and of course it did.
So you never really know what big things might come from small ones. And you know, I still have that inspiration mag, or so I think… (now where did I keep it?)