A little perspective
During this summer, I did a number of teen workshops at libraries around Michigan. The workshops were about comics and manga, and I was able to meet a ton of really enthusiastic young artists who had real love for the medium. A few of them contacted me after the workshops to ask technique questions, stuff like that. One of the more enthusiastic ones, who for privacy will be called G (14 or 15 years old), just sent me this email message:
Excerpt:
“… Believe it or not i was in the hospital on 8/29/05 . I had a grandmal seizure i was told and even today on friday i have lost my memory of everything in the past. I dont remember my friends and im slowly remembering my family. (G’s best friend and artistic collaborator, N) is one of the only people i can recall and she is helping me threw this difficult time. Postanestisia i think its called, my nerologist said. It should go away and with time i should regain memory of who i am and everyone and thing around me. But she did remind me of you and that we met you in imlay city at a library. I read threw past emails and read your comics and profiles to jog my thoughts. Im slowly remembering you and forgive me for saying this…”
Wow. Makes me bitching about almost losing my laptop hard drive last week seem kind of small and stupid. I emailed G back and told her to email me if she wanted any help with relearning any of the art techniques we’ve been talking about. If I was this together when I was 15, I’d be king of hte world right now.
Get better, G. More than ever, the world needs people who generate beauty and inspriation.