The daily sketch:
My sketch is a bit more… sketchy, today. Bear and I wound up visiting my parents after he got out of school today, and didn’t get picked up until 5:30, so as soon as I got home, I had to start dinner. I penciled this one out while it was simmering. I’m actually pleased with the butterfly, though the wings are a good example of my issues with symmetry (which is a major problem I have when drawing human faces, as well). The right side is “perfect,” and the left side… well, I tried you know? It always falls like that, too; good right side, unfortunate left side. I’ve come to expect it.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately, given some of my resolutions, about this TED Talk that I watched late last year. It doesn’t apply to me in a professional sense — I’ve been at the same job for fifteen years, and prior to that I only had three other jobs, all temp/part time jobs in high school and college — but I definitely feel like it’s applicable to me with regards to my interests and my focus.
I think I’m okay not being the utmost expert in any particular area, so long as I have the freedom to explore interests as they arise and develop. I’m happier being “pretty good” at a lot of things than attaining complete mastery of just one. And being the opposite of that — being someone with one, over-arching passion — that’s okay, too! If that’s what makes you happy, I respect that. I do, though, sometimes feel I am afforded less respect as a “generalist” (or “multipotentialite”) than I myself afford to “specialists.¹” Which, I hope, is not the case in reality (I’ll admit, sometimes my perceptions can be a little flawed), because I do feel like there is a lot we can learn from one another.
There’s just so much to want to do.
¹I had a professor in college who also happened to be my academic advisor; his specialization was Restoration and 18th-century British literature (with expertise in Samuel Johnson and John Milton), which I honestly didn’t give two damns about.
But when he got to talking — like, really got on a roll, talking about a particular favorite piece of literature, analyzing, contextualizing, applying — holy shit, was that hot. Yes, hot. If you don’t think there weren’t a half dozen of us in that class thinking dirty thoughts while he stood there and dissected Samuel Richardson, think again, my friend.
So never let anyone tell you your passion or enthusiasm is anything other than wonderful (and maybe kind of sexy). Just so you know.