What do I draw??????????????????
Don't Sleep is 23 year old visual artist and photographer Dick Jones.
Jones studies computer engineering full time, he doesn't want an IT career, he just wants to draw. Critics have described Don't Sleep as "Critically poignant", "Pop collage" and "Shit".
What do I draw??????????????????
It’s 1am and I just woke up. Talk to me guys I feel deathly; I need the creative juices to flow.
Also thanks for all you guys who commented on my serious posts lately, I appreciate every word of it.
I’m textposting loads now but whatever I know you all read them, I know that because I operate on some higher plane and you’re all really interested in that it’s okay.
I just wanted to share something about employment. I’m very close to 24 years old, I’ve been employed continuously bar one 6 month period since I was 13. I’m not sure how normal that is but where I live I grew up thinking it was standard; if not for the fact that most of the time I held 2-3 jobs at once I would’ve thought I was a portrait of the average young man. Working so much wrecked me, I blew it big time in 08, between working loads, a bad breakup and training entirely too much for rowing I graduated with few options. I couldn’t afford to succeed at university, I completely wasted my first 3 years of university trying to lie my way through classes I couldn’t afford to buy textbooks for. I thought this was the standard struggle. The university excluded me after I failed to pay several student services fees and looked at all the classes I’d made a mess of through lack of owning any of the course materials. I thought this was the standard struggle, I thought everyone went through this.
Only recently though have I realised, nobody I know works. I can count on one hand the local acquaintances I maintain that have even been employed at all in the last 2 years. All of these people make more on welfare than I do at my job.
That’s another issue though.
What I wanted to get to here is the fact that I’ve been doing the same job for 10 years. A fucking decade. For real. I only just worked it out recently and it’s some real shit. Not at the same place, I’ve worked in dozens of places but always the same job. I wash dishes for a living. I’ve been washing grubby old dishes and mopping up kitchen floors and slicing vegetables and buttering bread for a decade. I’ve been doing the job you give to 13 year old kids students and 17 year old dropouts for a decade. It is laborious and uncomfortable, I reek constantly. I’m sopping wet with dirty water and oily goo for several hours daily, that’s what my job entails. I rarely complain about it but damn have I been going through a high level reality check lately. 10 years. I’m a pretty smart guy, I’ve never been bad at anything my whole life, and this is the best I can get. I apply for hundreds of new jobs annually and have never in my life so much as heard back from any of them, nobody wants someone with 10 years of dishwasing experience.
I’m not sure what the significance of this post is beyond that I just want to share this so that one day if and when I do actually succeed you’ll know I earned it. Also as a reminder that I earn $15 more than what my rent costs every week. Don’t feel sorry for me, just admire me when I succeed. Thanks in advance.
I think I was out of touch. I spent a long while maintaining delusions of being an italian classical connoisseur and talking at length on chamber music, I also started comparing myself to monet and rembrandt and that’s fucked up don’t do that, I’m not monet I don’t even have a backyard to look at lilies and whatever other insignificant vanity plants in. Don’t get me wrong fantasia di concerto goes hard for real it’s like some disneyland level stuff except not recorded at the behest of weird old Burton wannabe over-achiever Disney creeps, but like what’s the point if it took me a quarter century to realise something sounds good and makes my brain feel pleasant. I started banging the new denpagumi singles on loop on youtube I didn’t even download them for real I literally just looped some trash youtube encodes for like 3 hours at 3am onwards on a weeknight and tapped into some primal anime shit. No kidding, I mean Monet drew all those lilies and lmao fucking hay stacks, seriously, literal piles of hay. And look at him he’s a genius, I’ll say that any day. But I don’t deal with hay, I don’t even fuck with sunlight anymore and not that that’s intentional or anything but that real anime shit is where I’m at. I stare at a screen 16 hours a day for better or worse, whether I’m studying and pursuing a career so I can actually feed myself 10 years on or drawing so I can validate my existence 10 on I’m here trying to remember how good it was before I had to give a shit and it always comes back to mass media trash but whatever, if foreign cartoons worked for me back then then I guess I’m stuck with that. Anyway like 4+ hours of denpagumi and idle figure drawing and I’m hitting some next level, those demented anime voice girls trying real plainly to tap into the exact market I’ll applaud them for appealing to on a meta cultural level seriously hits on some ancient shit some straight carnal depths or something. It’s literally the voice of my generation, just outright escapism fantasy trash and I’m like wow I guess that’s who I am, a big fat anime baby. It’s refreshing though, acceptance at last. I am the demented anime subhuman and I should stop trying to let go of that, if some cooked out J girls screeching about consuming gets me buzzed I’ll take it. Japan is some primal punk rock shit.