Hello Blogger. Dusting off the cobwebs out of nostalgia (and the fact blogger is free and I'm moving off of WordPress). So a lot has happened in these last few years.
To abridge it in short, I worked for two companies from 2015-2020. First one was short, doing game art for an Adelaide company. Second one was up my alley more, doing storyboarding for animated shows! I moved to Sydney for a few years. Yes, it seems like I was really living the dream for a few years there, working with Dreamworks for Netflix, even remotely from my beautiful hometown in Adelaide, South Australia for the last two years with permission. I felt like my art was improving every year, but still the memories of Calarts and Pixar lingered in my heart. Yet not so positively really, it was a painful time in retrospect, due to things that happened to me in my last semester. I have met all sorts of awesome people during this time across Sydney and Adelaide, and even via zoom conferences with the Los Angeles team (which I got to meet eventually in LA!).
In 2020 however, my precious mum died of brain cancer. It had been a short struggle of only a year from March 2019, before the condition worsened drastically and she lost the ability to move an arm, both legs and even to speak coherent words. My heart broke, to say the least. As as evident by this blog, my mom was one of the most cherished persons in my life, she was always there supporting me in absolutely every aspect of my life. She approached life with such stoic strength that always told me, when I was whinging, to "suck it up, princess". This unyielding grit was why she could watch her favorite shows and enjoy life her final few weeks, despite her situation being completely hopeless.
Healing is a long, long road. It isn't chronological in a straight line, but has many ups and downs. I tried to heal my art brain for the next 6 months, but it was excruciating. The next year in 2021, I experienced what they call 'mania' in May yet again. This time, it was different. I went on a sparkling voyage across Adelaide, guided by spectacular visions---but hey, I promised I wouldn't bring over my weirdness from my past blog I've used to document these last two years.
In short, my thoughts on spirituality have drastically shifted. I'm no longer the hardened atheist I once was. It made me realise, I am going through these trials for a reason. This suffering will have a purpose, even if I can't see it in sight right now. I am lucky to have a super supportive family whom with money isn't an issue, and can keep a roof over my head as long as it takes to get me back on my feet.
This whole incident has come with piles of shame. Not being able to draw like this below image anymore? When you've worked so hard your whole life? A fate worse than death, right?