So for the past 6 months, me and a friend were working on some buildings, because I felt stuff in Autodesk Maya were just way too fake to be real. I want the authenticity of Star Wars battleships, so I put together about 500 dollars in materials plus labor to do this project. What my friend did was amazing. It was better than what I expected and it would have been another star on my 'stellar' record as an innovator.
My mom came back from the Philippines(she divides her time between here and the states) and the moment she saw it she smashed the buildings into pieces and stuck it in the recycling bin. This according to my sister and she, like me, doesn't lie. We made three different buildings. A clocktower, an Htown like prison building and another Htown like building. Plus the streets it's built on. (choking up! It's so unbelievable!) Unbelievable.... Unbelievable. All that Work!!! For nothing...
My secret weapon on the comic book world.
I'm sort of holding back the tears as I'm blogging this down. My life is sort of crap. So I take solace in my art and music and I was investing in this to put into my about page. It's around my birthday and I was hoping that for once it would be a happy one.
Everything bad always happens around my birthday. People have tried to kill me on my birthday, left me, see really bad things happen around my birthday. Fuck it. It's just my destiny to have a crummy ass birthday. I usually take 3 doses of nyquil and sleep for 2 straight days until my birthday's over, but I'm gonna be going to the San Diego con on Sunday the 25th, a day before my birthday. Ironically, I actually love getting old.
I'm already preparing to die going to this trip. I think it would be the icing on the cake hitting the big 40. You know what I mean?
You try and try to figure out what would lead someone to destroy these buildings. I mean these aren't amateur made. It looked stellar. I mean people don't do these anymore. A great representation of hand made art that surpasses the power of Maya software. Now, nobody's gonna see it. I try to get away from thinking it, but it lingers and I just keep asking myself why?
The clocktower survived, because it's got a big clock on it. And I'll be using that instead. But it's not anywhere the vision or what it once was. Happy Birthday. They should just change that to Sad Birthday. This is the last straw. I'm just going to succumb to the idea that I was never meant to have a Happy Birthday.
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