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THE NEXT THREE YEARS OF MY LIFE
I had received a job offer at Microsoft. I guess this could have been one of my first 'big time' jobs, so I was a little ecstatic. It felt like a slow build to get to this point, after numerous indie games and under the table freelance jobs, but finally it had come.
I was working with my now best friend and business partner, Stephan, a suave German who I had met only a year or so prior. He had brought me into the fray, working with several other individuals who will, well, simply be known as individuals for privacy sake.
But yes, finally, I could put a professional company I was proud of on my résumé! I remember telling everyone and their mom, literally, that I had finally landed a good job.
How wrong I was.
Now, Microsoft was not to blame, but others were. And, a shitty work environment can cause for pretty shitty inspiration as you might know, and I wasn't ready for that.
I express this a lot, and I think now I understand why. I have ADD, attention deficit disorder. Screwed me over hard time in school, and I was always ashamed of it. Nearly failed middle school, held back, and struggled to get through high school.
I succeeded in some classes, but never math or science. Those classes nearly sent me into a downward spiral of F's. But English, History and Art...I loved those.
Art, well, you know this story already.
History gave me a chance to learn. I was hungry for detail, so anything I could absorb, I took in. I fell hard for wars. World War 2, Vietnam, Desert Storm and what had been happening in the middle east at that time. Every lit bit I learned, read books in the library or read stories online. It just really got to me, which I blame Steven Spielberg for with Saving Private Ryan.
English gave me a chance to write and explore my imagination in another form. Short stories were my thing, and my parent's computers took a beating for it. Wrote a lot of Star Wars fan-fiction (I know, stop), Matrix spin-off ideas, and others. But what really got to me was creating my own. I started to fall in love with the idea of building worlds and creating from nothing but pure inspiration and art.
So, back to Microsoft gig.
To step away from the stress and harm of working in a shitty environment (once again, not Microsoft), and battle this ADD, I decided to start creating some of my own characters. Just for fun, nothing more.
The first one was a young lady with nerdy glasses, a blue sweater, and few pins and stickers and more importantly, a guitar-gun. Her name was Alice.
I submitted the painting, not expecting much. But, much to my enjoyment, came on DA the next day to see that Alice had blown up. The majority of the comments spoke volumes about the details ON her. Not so much the cosmetic details, but the personality. The stickers. The toys hanging off the weapons. The human-side.
I stuck with that, and created the next one. Abel. Same thing.
Then Doyle, Nikolai, Fish, Lucy...
But it wasn't until I created one character, where everything changed.
His name was Gabriel.
(To continue on, Part 2: danluvisiart.deviantart.com/jo…)