It’s one of those things that happen so fast, you just got to cling for dear life and hope what you did will turn out to be right.
In this case, even I surprised myself by deciding to just drop everything and to go ahead and jump into the fire, not really knowing what lies ahead but it sure beats trying to beat somebody’s idea of a deadline and doing someone else’s bidding.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not out to burn bridges. But sometimes it’s very hard to back down. Even when you were among those people you like working for and love working with, people who are really into it once the vibe flows.
Call it a leap of faith.
I want to show what I can do, what these hands can whip up, what stories I want to tell and the mayhem I can deliver. Visual, that is.
When you’re faced with no bundy clock to race to, no deadlines to cram about, one’s own existence comes to fore. Like wondering how birds can immediately cheer you up when you’re down. Or if when you sleep at night and your roof is hosting some pigeon conference.
Now I get to do some stuff entirely of my own volition. My drawing and animation workshop is about to take place sooner than I expected. Paetenians are running out of artists. More of us are opting for jobs abroad. Or the ones left here are often dissing manual work for a more, er, civilized job like in an office where you sit on your butt for long hours and act really cool while stooping and condescending to your superiors. I take pride in my Paetenio blood, and the art that it carries in its genes. Too bad nobody taught me to carve, but my illustration has been developing through the years and I guess its time to pass on the skills to a younger generation.
And it beats moping about the house waiting for a call that will never happen.