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how to draw a bird: a true story

how to draw a bird: a true story

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  1. a little background on this. this is a story my dad told me when I was a kid. my grandfather was a stern guy and outside of making us greet him with a “bonjour” when we saw him, he didn’t have much to do with me or my brother either. So, this story, always stuck out as funny to me, because it showed a little more of his personality. i always thought it would make a good comic, but honestly, i am usually a single panel kinda guy because i am just not great and redrawing the same characters over and over (as you can see).And while i don’t expect this to get a ton of love on reddit or anywhere, let me just say i am thrilled with the way it came out. and that is a rare moment for any artist.

  2. I was expecting this to end with the dad saying “No, not an animal, I mean a fit girl”

    edit: removed rhyming slang – I love it, but I don’t know enough to write a proper sentence πŸ˜€

  3. When I was in my early twenties, I found a smashed up electric guitar in a dumpster. I took it home and removed the neck, which was undamaged. I got a two-by-four, cut it to the size I wanted, then carved out a pocket for the heel of the guitar neck. I mounted a pickup on the front, and carved a pocket for the electronics of the volume and tone knobs. Then I installed a bridge, and put on strings. It worked! It was actually quite playable, although a little uncomfortable if sitting down.

    When my father came home from work, I proudly showed him what I had done, making an electric guitar out of a two-by-four.

    “Well,” he said, “there’s not much you can do to fuck up a two-by-four.”

    …That turned out to be a great moment for me. Instead of plunging into despair, his cruel comment liberated me. I realized – – finally – – *that there was nothing I could do that would ever gain his approval.* I could give up trying to make him proud of me, since it could never happen. That made me free to just do what made *me* happy. His opinion of me no longer was a factor in my life.

    Fun fact: I went on, many years later, to have my own son. I was a stay-at-home dad for most of his childhood, as I worked from home. He’s thirty-five now and I realized recently that he and I have never had a single argument! We had lots of problems come up, of course, but I never spoke to him with anger. We always resolved everything by talking it out. He’s now a nuclear engineer.

    How crazy it that! A father and son who’ve never had an argument!

  4. Haha so basically he didn’t know how to actually bond with his child but he did at least consider that passing something he learned down to his child about something that interested him would be a good idea. But unfortunately far too late and insisting that his way was better or more important without recognising the artwork or the effort πŸ˜…

  5. Ah, not a student of my elementary school art teacher I see. She abhorred “flying m’s”.

  6. Those that can, do! Those that can’t, bitch about it, hate on those who can, then teach what they don’t know. lol