Atelier Log I’ve been what you would classify as “an artist” for pretty much my entire life. Or, at least, as long as I could hold a pencil. As soon as I even vaguely figured out how to make a picture transfer from my brain onto paper (or whatever surface, including the walls, and woe betide anyone who tries to clean that away), I completely unloaded on the world.
Not much of my art survived until now, but here’s a few from I think around when I was 8 or 9 years old. Forever stuck in the ¾ angle facing viewer left.
That said, I was never much of a fanartist; I’ve always preferred to create original characters, either that exist in series I was a fan of (which I GUESS is a type of fanart? but not really what people think of when they say fanart) or I would make up entire worlds and populate them. I would make up stories to go with this too, and often made either comics or pseudo-books out of them which I just stapled together. Some things never change, really.
I would even LARP my stories all by myself (I was every character), complete with costumes and background music that was usually comprised of the soundtracks of Disney movies, video games, and later anime, which I would blast from my awesome 1990s audio player.
(I also had a Discman eventually but I have more memories of this thing)
When I learned how to, I would even make like mixtapes from the songs I used to make up my story’s soundtrack. I would pretend(?) that these stories were “real” as in they were actual cartoons or whatever that I was a fan of. I didn’t have any friends so it’s not like I shared these things with anyone, but that didn’t really stop me. I simply talked to myself about them and wrote my own critic reviews and “episode summaries”.
I really do not know how I was not screened for autism when I was a child, but whatever, I’m here now.
Drawing and making up stories and such took up pretty much all of my time that wasn’t already taken up by video games or books.
I was even drawing in class. To be honest I was a terrible student — I never really paid attention to anything unless it happened to be about something I was already hyperinterested in, and I subsequently did not give a flying hoot about grades. Instead of doing classwork or, yknow, listening to my teachers, I would be drawing. Some teachers caught on to the fact that I was drawing, and for those classes I switched to pretending to be taking notes or doing work but I was actually writing about my OCs.
Anyway, all this is to say, one of my teachers really liked my drawings, even though they weren’t really any better than typical child doodles in my opinion.
I don’t fully remember what grade this was, maybe 2nd or 3rd? This teacher was supportive of my drawings even though it was technically disruptive of my learning. She’d ask to see what I was drawing and would talk to me about it, though I wasn’t ever really keen on talking about it with her, and sometimes she asked me to draw something for her. She really liked Mickey Mouse so it was usually him.
One day this teacher told me she was writing a children’s book, but she needed an artist to illustrate it. So she asked me if I wanted to be the illustrator for her book. I said yes, and she and I worked together on the book for I think a couple months? I can’t fully say what the book was about, all I remember is that it was about a little girl with freakishly big pigtails. I don’t even remember the title, I wish I could.
The book was eventually published.
It’s really funny to think that there’s a book out there that my 2nd or 3rd grade teacher wrote and little baby me illustrated, and I just have zero memory of what it is. I sometimes wonder how many people have read the book or bought it for their kids or something and I am just completely ignorant of it.