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A 2016 redux of that fated drawing that changed my life. Honestly, I'm just taking this and running with it as my benchmark character to mark my progress at this point.

Once upon a time in art school, I was placed in a general education classroom where you learned about a bunch of art hipsters before the time that being an art hipster was cool. Among other hipster art and uninteresting things, we learned about a guy who was really into writing about little hermaphrodite girls going into war . Because this particular guy was so intrinsically f--ked up (and also because we watched like, a two hour documentary on this dude), it resounded with me. Anyway, we were given an assignment by the end of the quarter to apply what we learned into some art form. Given that I was asleep most of the class and the only thing I could recall (in the 11-or-so weeks that I attended class) was "hermaphrodite child soldiers," I don't think I was given a lot of options. So, I did what any other digital art student would do and, well, drew a little girl holding a rifle.
Now take note here: being of Asian descent, I was exposed to a lot of Asian media early on, so naturally I picked up an Asian stylization. Whether it was in my blood or my subconscious, my inner Paul Kwon would rise up and everything I did would always come out slightly exaggerated or stylized. However, up to this point in my life, I've been trying to shift to a western stylization of art. Living in America meant that people are probably looking for artists that can do a western style. So everything I did was as close to realistic as possible in the interest of, well, not starving to death as an adult. Following that train of thought, the little hermaphrodite girl I drew was in normal human proportions. Completely normal-ass human girl. Well, with a dick, but that part wasn't shown.

So, I presented my creation to the class, talked about it, gave some bullcrap explanation about artsy symbolism or whatever. The class made their comments praising my decisions, and it was an overall pleasant criticism for a class I didn't care about. Suddenly:
"I think it's interesting how you took the work of Henry Darger..." my instructor commented, "...and drew it in an anime style."

It was at that very point when my aspirations, optimism, and soul were crushed and I knew I could never escape my fate. Throughout the next year or so, I lived in denial, until I decided to accept my destiny. Now I draw anime girls on deviantArt.

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2015 Version

Description
A 2016 redux of that fated drawing that changed my life. Honestly, I'm just taking this and running with it as my benchmark character to mark my progress at this point.

Once upon a time in art school, I was placed in a general education classroom where you learned about a bunch of art hipsters before the time that being an art hipster was cool. Among other hipster art and uninteresting things, we learned about a guy who was really into writing about little hermaphrodite girls going into war . Because this particular guy was so intrinsically f--ked up (and also because we watched like, a two hour documentary on this dude), it resounded with me. Anyway, we were given an assignment by the end of the quarter to apply what we learned into some art form. Given that I was asleep most of the class and the only thing I could recall (in the 11-or-so weeks that I attended class) was "hermaphrodite child soldiers," I don't think I was given a lot of options. So, I did what any other digital art student would do and, well, drew a little girl holding a rifle.
Now take note here: being of Asian descent, I was exposed to a lot of Asian media early on, so naturally I picked up an Asian stylization. Whether it was in my blood or my subconscious, my inner Paul Kwon would rise up and everything I did would always come out slightly exaggerated or stylized. However, up to this point in my life, I've been trying to shift to a western stylization of art. Living in America meant that people are probably looking for artists that can do a western style. So everything I did was as close to realistic as possible in the interest of, well, not starving to death as an adult. Following that train of thought, the little hermaphrodite girl I drew was in normal human proportions. Completely normal-ass human girl. Well, with a dick, but that part wasn't shown.

So, I presented my creation to the class, talked about it, gave some bullcrap explanation about artsy symbolism or whatever. The class made their comments praising my decisions, and it was an overall pleasant criticism for a class I didn't care about. Suddenly:
"I think it's interesting how you took the work of Henry Darger..." my instructor commented, "...and drew it in an anime style."

It was at that very point when my aspirations, optimism, and soul were crushed and I knew I could never escape my fate. Throughout the next year or so, I lived in denial, until I decided to accept my destiny. Now I draw anime girls on deviantArt.

2013 Version
2015 Version