This is my story.
You might catch some inspiration by it or not. But at the brink of my hopelessness and self-doubt, for reasons many to count, I saw a striking artwork that changed my life for good; an artwork done by the amazing Joe Madureira (Owner and Lead Artist of Airship Syndicate).
See Darksiders 1 and 2 artwork collection and a couple of marvel titles (Avenging Spiderman, Savage wolverine and Inhumans, his very own comic book series Battle Chasers) if you are curious about him
Side note, I’m also a big fan of Humberto Ramos, also see his works on google or Pinterest.
In a nutshell, my art style is a mix of these 2 amazing artists.
(Joe Madureira, pencils, Tom Martin, Inks)
(Humberto Ramos, Spiderman and the Sinister Six)
And Here are some samples of my artwork, from Comic book characters, to Robots and Fantasy:
(Savage Wolverine, one of my favorite comic book character of all time)
(Volcanicus, Dino-bot Combiner, they are my most favorite transformers, BG is not drawn by me)
(Me as the World Shaman i.e., Word of Warcraft, Blizzard Entertainment)
The little spark that ignited a burning fire in my heart began to flare up to a passion like any other, a passion that drove me years upon years of self-teaching, countless hours of staring at Joe Mad’s work and a ton of drawing, sketches, taking up odd jobs just to support my dream (i.e., Carpentry and Internet Café attendant).
But soon enough, I came to this point in my life that what I do for a living became relevant, my dream of becoming something is gaining light, I became a freelance commission-based artist, still the passion for learning never ceased.
Remembering my younger self takes me back to the time I began to embrace my craft; collecting character cards, (Dragon ball Z and X-men) trying to draw the figures in scraps of newspapers and taking over my cousin’s notebook full of well-drawn superheroes. It was the best years of my life going into grade school filling up my notebook mostly of drawings. I remember my mother getting so angry because she can’t make me re-use my notebooks so she has to buy new ones. My classmates saw it in me throughout high school, where some of them, my crush included, would give me sketch books just so I can fill it up with my drawings. I knew where I was headed.
But college took a different turn. I took up a vocational course which is not related to art. Despite this, I still continued on with my dream; drawing stuff with passion day in and day out, I drew and drew even when it came to a point where my mother no longer agrees with my passion.
I would have given up pursuing my dream if it weren’t for my eldest sister. She believed I had it in me, even though we often had our fair share of disagreements; she expressed support with my passion by helping out in buying art supplies and whatnot. She became my first ever inspiration because I saw how much drive she has fueled to achieve her dreams. It lit the fire in me and the sparks came rushing in, I suppose.
Now at the peak of her success (She is now a well-acknowledged person in the Entertainment industry and a well-known singer and theatre actress) I still look up to her, that one day I can attain what she did. In our family, we were the brave souls only that dared to chase our dreams in this kind of field. Like my sister, singing became 2nd nature for me besides my talent as a graphic artist. This talent allowed me to be closer to God through music that I became a member of my local church’s music ministry. But I knew drawing is my first love. The love intensified even more because I stumble upon a message that changed my life, even for a few months. I was tapped by a company to do inking works (which is a plus for me considering that “inking” is the part I enjoyed the most in an artwork completion) with the guidance of two of the most amazing people I couldn’t imagine I would meet and basically work with in my life.
But by the grace of God, I did and I learned bit by bit, in every flaw and mishap I became better at my craft. Through their guidance, I came to know the essence of my passion. Sadly, I might have fallen short and now I have to part ways with them, yet in my heart, I also felt joy. I will bring with me all the lessons I acquired to further hone my skill as an artist. This experience readjusted my lenses to focus on doing something I want the most.
My journey doesn’t stop here nor it stops now; I know a long and winding road awaits but it doesn’t scare me anymore. I may fall and stumble, but to get up is what counts the most, I only know one thing to do and it is to create art. And until I meet God in heaven, I won’t stop grinding my bones to dust until I grasp my dream and I have earned its fruits.
Art is my lifeblood, the very being that I am and the reason this guy still draws.