I have been so busy with other stuff, I never actually got to do my own artwork nor continue my current in-progress story, which I would like to soon turn into an epic comic. But perhaps, last week might just have been one of the worst weeks I have ever experienced in my life. The consequence of such a bad week turned out to be... how can I put this... in control, however. Good thing I am not a negative individual nor a typical positive one that may drive everyone nuts. I am optimistic. But my optimism is driven by my own pessimism, believe it or not.
I was a total broke-down, until I got so sick of it, I decided to fix it.
I was so negative, I decided to keep it in the back of my mind, so I could bring forward the positive.
I would throw myself into the sea of low self-esteem, and slowly let myself sink without any effort of coming back up. And as soon as I touch the bottom, I would just go blank, relax, think of nothing. Until all of a sudden, I would turn into a rocket and fly straight up into the sky.
It may sound strange, but at some point, my pessimism is the motivation for my optimism. I see and accept the bad as a challenge for the good. I look at the reality to paint my own fantasy. And if it is going nowhere, I take it as a sign for 'time to relax!'
It is not totally an 'escape'. I am not running away. It is, in fact, the opposite. In order to 'escape' from the burdens that put me down, I would have to face it.
And that is another way of mine to keep my feet on the track.
This little sketch is simply another quick sketch. It did its job - keep my mind at peace.