I don’t write comics––I haven’t written comics before. This is all new. I’m learning along the way. But the positive reinforcement I’ve received from so many of you, the glowing criticism... it’s all been such a grand help. Splendid. A friend of mine said this about a little something I wrote earlier this week.
9:56:48 PM | Oct 30, 2007 Miya: seems vibrant and motivates ones imagination
And what more can any artist hope for? What else can we, ultimately and when everything and everyone else is stripped away or dead, hope to achieve in our art? When fame and fortune become the squalor of debt and old age (and it
will). When you’ve proven yourself to those who tell you that you can’t, won’t, or “good luck” you sarcastically. When all of these are gone and expired, you’ve still motivated someone’s imagination.
Think of the things you read, heard, and listened to as a child. The things that made you dream. When you
first came to aspire. Even if you don’t appreciate them anymore, they did something for you. They motivated your imagination, didn’t they?
I thank and owe so much to everyone who visits this website. I thank with the noblest gratitude that I evoke from all the distant characters that reside in my mind. From the ones that reside in the abstract tunnels that (and Hamza knows this is true) everyone who practices any art (good or bad) bends, molds, pulls, kicks, moves with desperate breath. Because creativity is this tooth and nail fight to get everything through. Through the tunnels and onto the paper, the record, the film. Medium doesn't matter, and it's all the same struggle. The same
wonderful struggle.
You, people, are the moments before the lactic acid is just too much for me to push any further. You, friends, are the beauty in
me.
Playlist-
I - The Fall of House Atlantic
II - Radio Bye Bye
III - The End Complete
IV - The Road and the Damned
V - On the Brink
by Coheed and Cambria
May all good things be yours,
Ryan