Life is mysterious. You're certain of the outcome even after considering your options - but it changes anyway. Years back, I quit employment as an artist due to terrible circumstances and started a call center career. I was convinced of taking calls for the rest of my life but it changed after chasing opportunities here and there. I now work as a content writer for shared services tied to a property management software. Stepping into a new avenue of employment encouraged me to take up the pen and give my OCs the proper story-telling they deserve. With the influence of full-time writers, my writing has improved a lot.
Despite the sudden turn of events, I haven't given up on illustration. I STILL draw but find myself challenged these days. Medieval fantasy was my passion but I recently got myself into the kind of science fiction that involves robots, artificially intelligent machines and what have you. It was a joke when I drew mechanical stuff. It may have looked cool to others or it may have totally sucked. The thing is, there wasn't a tad bit of logic even in the shape I illustrate. Robots and guns I sketched had illogical proportions. I lacked proper design reasoning. This led ARMAMENTFACTORY
, a good friend of mine, to challenge me with simple questions:
"What's that for?"
"Does it really need to look human?"
"Is a head really needed when nowadays, tiny cameras are well hidden and can see clearly?
"How does the gun work? Where does it feed ammo and eject the shells?"
"You put all the awesome shapes but do you think it can stand, run or maneuver correctly?"
Such inquiries urged me to learn more about physics, machines, and even future technology. I find it awfully helpful in coming up with realistic designs. Problem is, I sometimes stress too much on logic to a point that I achieve nothing. It truly is a struggle yet rewarding to say the least!
Until then, I'll continue to fight against an illness I've been carrying for four months and hopefully complete a deviation before the year ends.