In the beginning....

So a several months back I assumed I would be in the Art Institute of Philadelphia.  I was obviously mistaken, I knew that I would be able to get up the funds to go and that any money lacking i could get from the family that i was so close to.  After being told no enough to crush my pride I had a 6hr emotional breakdown.  Someone tried to feed me because they know food makes me happy but no earthly substance could make me feel better.  But like the phoenix I have a  problem dying  I was reborn with a radical idea… well a crazy idea.  I thought "Rodel (yes talking to myself) you have taught your self everything you know to this point why not just teach yourself the tools and techniques to be the artist you desire to be. "  I had already felt stupid for thinking of abandoning science but here was an even more ludicrous idea teach myself the abnormal amount  of information to break into the world of animation.  It would be cheaper but I was not a professional.  I was and still convinced that I will commit spiritual suicide  if i do not at least try.  So here I am months later with abnormal about of sources of information and a "class" schedule that mimics a real full time art program that will span a three year period based on the Art Institute I could not afford to go to.  In three years I expect to go into a studio and at the least get an internship.  I know crazy but iIfigure what do I have to lose but my sanity.  NO RERETS… and when I think I have given it my all I will lay down my pencil until than i am going HARD IN THE PAINT… literally.

Chaos