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Tropicalia: Ask a professional

Sometimes you just need a professional opinion, duh.

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My journal

The reaper and I, chilling and taking coffee

The clock is ticking, the time is pasing. People is aging, and dying. The reaper is here already (for us), just waiting through the door of our homes, just waiting.

One day, Ms Reaper talked to me about having  a coffee. I thought it was a strange proposition. The mere thought of her souless eyes looking into mine just fritened me. But at the same time, I was bored spending all my summer inside my home, like a emo teenager with no self esteem. I needed something to do beside work and drawing, so I said yes.

She is a very exquisite being (I don’t know if I can call her a person, but whatever), and has a good taste. The café she picked was a lovely bistro with vintage air. The colors magenta and brown with the subtle light of the roof lamps gave the place a peaceful atmosphere. If I was scared earlier, I completely forgot about that when I saw that place. Also, she didn’t looked like The Reaper at all, I mean, a hot pink hoodie, a pair of blue jeans and pointy boots. Pretty casual. What was she thinking?

“I will take an espresso, and you?” That’s the first thing she said… and good lord, her voice was so soft that I can barely describe it. It was like the tail of a fluffy and chubby bunny. I was shocked. The Angel of Death, huh? “I will take a Moccachino, thanks”.

Silence was reigning in the café, except for a selection of mellow jazz and some other tunes that hipsters have on their playlists. The waitress came with the coffe. We both thanked and gazed into the light brown of the hot drink. Shit, things were getting awkward with all tha silence.

“You must be wondering about the meaning of this meeting.”

“Well, yes. Am I going to die soon?”

“I don’t know” She just drank a little bit of her coffee like nothing could ever affect her. “I don’t know when a person is going to die, I just collect souls.” I was more confused that ever. What was ever going on?

“The reason why I wanted to have this talk with you is because I know the answer”

“The Answer?” The Answer? I haven’t drank at all and her noticed. She told me to chill and drink my coffee, that this would be one of the most importants talks of my life but at the same time she wanted me to enjoy the momment.

“Yes, The Answer” she said after drink some more. Then she closed her souless eyes “What do you want in this world, more than anything?” I took a minute, then I said:

“I want to make comics. Like, for a living”

She smiled with the most pure and honest expression I haven’t ever seen in my life.

“Then you have to work hard making comics. That’s all”

Silence. She finished her coffee, looked in her wallet and payed the drinks. I still had plenty to drink but she waved my hand in a goodbye. She was busy, sure, plenty of souls to collect, but I asked one last thing:

“Do you have this conversation with everyone is this world?”

She laughed. “At some point everyone thinks the reaper is coming to take them, but sometimes I only want to give a little reminder of The Answer.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you”

“Sure, and remember. Perfection doesn’t exist. Memento mori!

She walked away. I finished my coffee and thanked the waitress for all. Then I left too. I actually enjoyed that moment.

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Hello internet and welcome to Behind the Meme!

Oh wait, that wasn’t the line, shit. Hey, it’s me, Minerva and I’m gonna tell what have I done so far to this momment, ok?

Almost are my cats are neutered now

Finally changed the OS of my computer. Now I have windows.

I have Photoshop CS6 and I’m learning to use it well.

Now I can do streamings on youtube.

I’m working on a website now! I’m the chief editor.

I had made a lot of sketches. A lot.

My Scanner works again so I scanned some of the traditional sketches I had made.

I had been less depressed. That a good thing.

I want to work more on my comics. That’s it. That’s my ultimate goal.

 

Next post I’m gonna talk about the perks of working hard, as an artist. That’s a topic I had been struggling with.

My life so far

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My journal

What to do when life gets crazy

Well, life it’s always crazy, but sometimes it gets a little too crazy, right?

I know, I know, dear. I’ve been here and there, bad feelings after bad feelings, disaster after disaster, struggling with the same issues as many other people in the world. Shit is crazy. Shit is bananas. Whatever. Even now that I’m writing these lines, I’m struggling to find the correct words to express myself and not to think in the future and its many possibilities for me, not all of them good. It’s scary to think too much about it.

Why I’m saying this nonsense? Oh, I’ve just been really thoughtful lately. Maybe my health is not so good as I thought. Put many things in perspective. College, for instance, is really awful to me. When I’m in that classroom with all the other young kiddos who are trying to become a professional journalist, I feel tired, and sad. I don’t belong there, I think. Am I learning or just wasting my time? What Am I learning? How me, a B+ student, became the most apathic being of the classroom? Am I being selfish if I only want to draw…?  What to do? Well, you get the point.

Sometimes you just have to breath in, follow your heart, BUT without leaving your mind behind. Other people’s expectations are chains, you must get rid off them. Care about yourself, exersise yourself, eat well and make your dream a reality. I know life is crazy, hard, nonsesical, but we still can try. Every day a little harder, everyday a little smarter.

Atte: Minerva

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