Showing posts with label year in review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label year in review. Show all posts

Saturday, January 1, 2011

2010: a (Retro)Perspective

Well, here we are again, you and I.  It's been a long time, hasn't it?  Even just stopping by for a casual visit, it's been too long.  I know, I haven't kept in touch like I used to- things just aren't how they used to be, life has a way of doing that.  Changes aren't permanent, but change is, right?  And not only has it been a while since I stopped by, it's been even longer since I sat down to talk about the Year that Was.  But what goes around, comes around.  And this year has given me so very much to talk about.  So make yourself comfortable; pour yourself a drink.  We'll talk, you and I, about 2010.  My 2010. 

So how to do this?  I just finished reading 2008's  year in review (sorry 2009- I'm sure you were wonderful, but I was in a difficult place back then- it's not you, it's me.), and I'm not sure how much I'll follow that pattern of "good and bad"- but as I like easy-to-digest lists, I'll try...  

First off- I think I can truly understand what it means when Dickens wrote "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."  This year... I'm not sure if I can honestly describe to you what this year has been for me.  I've been putting off writing about it for a while now, because in a lot of ways, I'm still trying to figure out what it's meant to me. 

(I realize this is a three-paragraph introduction to a list, but as you know by now, I take my time getting to the point)

-I watched some of my closest friends, more family than friend, suffer through some of the worst times of their lives.  I've seen bonds I considered unbreakable fracture and strain under pressures I can't imagine, ones that cause me to question so much of my own life, my own ideas of importance and value, even my idea of love.  But they are all strong, and they each fight each day to make it better than the one before.  Sometimes, I see them struggle so hard to make it through that day, to get by when everything is falling apart around them, but I see them pull themselves through the day, and face the next.  They are so very strong. 

-I watched my mother struggle still with the unimaginable loss of my father and the very recent loss of her brother, as well as the insidious nature of old age, as it slowly (and sometimes not-so-slowly) takes its toll on her.  I watch her stumble, literally and metaphorically, with the ravages of age, its dulling of memory and sensation and so many little things that add up to so much.  I sometimes watch her fight to remember recipes she's made dozens of times, or tell me again about something she mentioned earlier...  But I've been left speechless from laughter as she places a smart remark with more skill and dexterity than anyone I know, and she reminds me time and again of the most important things in life, the things she never forgets.  She tells me repeatedly how her meals aren't as good as those her mother made, yet she doesn't seem to realize what it means when I have several helpings of whatever she makes, or just how damned good her homemade bread is, still.  She curses herself for being weak- all the while shouldering such a heavy burden with such simple grace and honesty it leaves me breathless.  She always tells me how strong my father was, how smart he was- while I look on at her with amazement for her will and her heart, and realize why they loved each other so much.  They were equals in the only ways that mattered. 

-I watched people I care about, family, mentors, and friends, fight against one medical problem after another.  I watched them do it sometimes with a smile and steamroller-confidence, sometimes with their head down and simply putting one foot in front of the other.  Always, though, always with a will to fight, and to persevere.  It never ceases to amaze me how much one can accomplish with nothing but will. 

By now, you've probably noticed these paragraphs all start with 'I watched'- and you're probably thinking, much like I was earlier, all these bad things that happened, they didn't happen to you- where are your complaints?  What bad things happened to you? (for as we all know, modern society seems to thrive on the suffering of others)  You know what?  That's not why I'm here, not really.  When I look back over the year, at those things that most upset me, or worry me the most- none of them involve me.  I won't say I have nothing to complain about (everyone knows me too well)- but when I look back, they're not worth mentioning.  I can't look back in anger or sadness or pity at whatever 'terrible' things befell me.  I'm looking back at this year, and I've got some pretty incredible things to talk about.  2010 has really shown me just how lucky I am.  Here's the good stuff, for me- the things I will remember, the things that made this year the best of times, even as it was sometimes the worst of times.

-I read a hell of a lot of books, again.

-I saw more movies, though less than before. 

-I found my new favorite movie of all time (yes, even more so than 'The Thing From Another World'). 

-I cried an awful lot.  Which I don't consider a bad thing.

-I got to spend another great week with Family #2

-Another amazing, all-new and all-different, weekend at Chincoteague with my family of engineers.

-New Doctor Who!  Brilliant!

-I was introduced to a lot of great music.

-I was reminded that I'm pretty damn smart.

-I got to hang out with my sister and realize that though we're very different people now, things haven't changed all that much since she and I used to be inseparable (and she still calls me hunya).

-I spent more time with my niece- she's really pretty awesome, not just as a mini-me.  I've come to realize she's one of my favorite people in the world, and she makes me feel pretty good about tomorrow.  I've realized how much I missed of her growing up, and it's made me resolve not to miss any more. 

-I've gotten to see more lives welcomed into the world, changing my friends in ways big and small, and making the world (big and small) a much brighter place. 

-My Mom told me she was proud of me.

-My sister called and asked me for advice about her car- with the caveat that 'no one knew more about cars than dad'- which is true.  But she told me that since Dad wasn't here, I was the next best thing.  That's probably one of the highest compliments I could be given. 
-My niece gave me a hug, and told me I was doing a great job.   

-I've been told I'm a good friend. 

-This was the year I realized why I went through all the pain and suffering and loss years ago.  It wasn't because I'd done wrong or because I deserved it- it was because, when my friends were hurting and confused and torn apart by so much anguish and torment, I could be there for them, and understand just how they felt- I had already walked that path, and though everyone walks on their own, I could walk beside them.  I hurt so I could help them.  When they stumbled, or felt lost, I could be there for them, to tell them that it wouldn't always hurt that way, and to help them find their way back.  They didn't have to be alone.  And between you and me, my pain was worth it, to be there for my friends. 

-I discovered that the bonds of friendship I've forged over the past decades are even stronger than I imagined; my friends were there for me when my whole life fell apart- they kept me together, in some ways kept me alive.  This year was the year I stood by them when times were hard.

-I realized whenever I was most afraid of doing something, that was when I knew it had to be done.

-I've slowly started to accept that I am the man my Father knew I was.  Sometimes in those darkest moments, I can hear him, and I know why he put his faith and trust in me. 

-I realized that hate and bitterness and anger just aren't worth it.
-I found that I have more patience than I ever imagined. 

-Lots of gray hairs, and I don't mind.  Lots of lost hairs, which I kind of do mind.

-I learned that I've changed a lot more than I thought I could, and that I've come out stronger for it. 

-I let go. 

-I realized this was the year I'd been waiting for, for a very long time. 

-I found that the place left of center wasn't as cold and dead as I'd thought- it only needed fire.

-I had two of the most amazing concert experiences of my life.

-I was pushed- and I learned that sometimes it's okay to be pushed. 

-Whenever things seemed to fall apart, I picked it up and put it back together. 

-I have been called a good man.

-I discovered I am stronger than I ever thought I was.

-Walls came down, or were simply walked around.

-I talked about movies, music, books, comics, loss, laughter, tears, strength, weakness, pride, shame, defeat, victory, death, life, all the big things, and all the small things that make our lives worth living- in one long conversation that's still going on. 

-I kept drawing.  Not as much, but I kept drawing.  

-I wrote- more than I have in a long, long time- and realized how much I still enjoyed it (sure, you haven't seen it, but there's more than just a blog to write)

-I learned to talk, even when I was afraid of speaking.

-I decided to let go of fear, and hold on to hope.

-This was the year I learned, finally, to believe in myself. 

-This was the year I learned there are a whole lot of people who have believed in me all along.

-I learned the small things can mean more than the big things.

-This year proved to me that there is such a thing as a second chance, and it's up to each of us to either let it slide past us, and leave us standing still, safe on known territory- or to reach out and take it, grab hold, and let it take you into the unknown, into the endless possibilities... so what do you say to taking chances?

- I said 'yes'.   

-This was the year I came back to life, because I found my reasons...

-Dragon, Josh, bacon chocolate, Who, tea time, scones, walking, acronyms, emails, good morning and good night, 3 o'clock, tears, not walking away, stars, beach, Scott and Ramona, Mumford, family, sighing just a little bit, Featherstone, chats, Crazy Heart, scarves, Rockwell, mustaches, hands, mail, fun facts, cards, thoughts, talks, quiet, smiling just a little bit, voicemail, grocery store aisles, candy, buttered popcorn, movable armrests, phones, cheerleaders, psst, lyrics, singing, steampunk, zombies, long drives, sticks and stones, romantic flight, forbidden friendship, first flight, poetry, 'if', comic art, wishes, daydreams, secrets shared, patience, bravery, compassion, Sigh No More, comicon, cappuchino, wine, questions, laughter (oh that first laugh), dittos, scars, always amazing alliteration, a perfect sunday...

-*gestures*

That was, in its way, my 2010.  The list is hardly complete, of course.  That's the funny thing about memories- there are so many of them.  There are so very many good things about this year... but some of them, I'll keep to myself.

Thank you for joining me again, or for the first time.  It's been a while, I know, and I feel terrible for having gone so long without stopping by.  But it felt good to talk like this- I have missed you, in my way.  Perhaps we can do it again sometime?  Soon?  Sure, we'll see what happens.  But I do have more work to share with you, thoughts are always bubbling below the surface, sketches still waiting to be brought out of the pencils, more images to manipulate.  I'm certain I've more words to spill out across the internet, and you've been so accomodating in the past, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement.  I'l be back, of that I'm sure.  You take care of yourself, and I'll do my best to do the same.  It's not always easy, I admit- but I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings, and there's no place I'd rather be.

And what of 2011, you ask?  Well, let's see what it brings.  After all, every day is full of possibilities, of another chance to get it right... So what do you say to taking chances?

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

From the Crypt v.2, Item 13: Daring Devil


9/27/93

Yet another DD picture.  Don't know what to say- he was one of my favorite characters at the time.  This is just him in his 'new' suit (the 90's were all about recostuming heroes- I think every major superhero went through at least one costume change back then), balancing on a building corner.  This was a fun draw- you can tell I wasn't too concerned with every last detail, which is a lot how I sketch nowadays- and I enjoyed putting him in a different pose from normal.  That's all I have to say about that.

And for you long-time readers (all two or three of you), you'll notice no 'year-in-review' this time around.  I was kicking around a couple ideas for something to post, but figured honestly, it doesn't matter.  Suffice to say that this year was better than some, worse than others, and I expect 2010 to be more of the same.  Take that how you will.  Hopefully I'll continue to post art on here throughout the year, maybe even some new stuff.  I accuse myself of living in the past too much as it is; all of this old art probably isn't helping.  I'm feeling pretty directionless with the blog right now, so I'm not terribly motivated to do one thing or another.  Anyway- if there's something you'd like to see on here- more writing, more new art, more retro art, whatever- please let me know.  Feedback is always welcome.

Next: probably more old art ;) 

Thanks as always to you two or three long-time readers for sticking around.  I don't hear from you, but I know you're out there. 

Music: "The First Noel/Mary Mary" - Sarah McLachlan (sure, x-mas is over, but this was SUCH a great song)

Monday, January 12, 2009

2008: My Year in Review

Or, "And I Thought 2004 Sucked..."

As promised/threatened, let's take a look back at the year that was 2008.

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Okay, look- the only way I'm going to get through this is to break it up into two sections: the Bad and the Good (for those interested, you can look at 2007's year in review here).

The Bad.

-I said, if not "goodbye", then at least "I'll see you very infrequently" to some of my dearest friends on the planet. My family, really, for the past 8 years. People who were once strangers to me, then casual acquaintances, then such a close part of my life that I can't imagine life without them in it. Some I've known since before I'd moved to Maryland- back when I was just visiting, when I had to prove that I was a real person and not just an imaginary person. Some I'd met after I'd been there for a few years, voices of comfort in my darkest days, unexpected friendships blossoming like roses from a sidewalk. Some were coworkers, folks who'd watched my life fall apart, and helped me build it back up. Some were just people who, instead of just smiling and going on their way, stopped and talked and laughed and made me feel like I was a person again. Some of them, in their quiet ways, have literally kept me alive- and I don't know if they knew it. Leaving these wonderful people, who'd given me such hope and joy and comfort, was far and away the hardest part of leaving Maryland.

-I had to watch one of my oldest and dearest friends, who has, in her short life, suffered more than any human should ever have to bear, stand by and lose her mother, and know there was nothing she could do, except bear this further suffering.

-I stood by my brother (remember, not all brothers need share blood) and watched the man we both call 'Father' slip the surly bonds of earth. I cried with him, hugged him, stood by him, because there was nothing else I could do.

-I lost my Father. I had the man I most admired, the man I looked to for inspiration, for guidance, for my self, taken from me, from all of us-- no, I'm sorry. He wasn't 'taken'. He chose the time to walk off this stage; he just didn't tell us beforehand. Which was his way, so as to not hurt anyone. Regardless, though, he's gone. He left suddenly, unexpectedly, as though in the middle of a sentence. Four days after I returned home, and he was gone. His passing has hurt me so deeply, so profoundly, I don't even realize how badly I'm hurting until I'm already crying, or screaming, or shaking. Now walking down the path walked before,by so many others, I just don't know how you've all do it. I just don't know how I make it through the day, sometimes.

-The three men in my life that I called "Father" (or "Pops" or "Dad" or "The Fascist") are gone. I can no longer ask them for advice, or ideas, or even just a funny story. I can no longer talk to my fathers. But Thank God, I can talk to their sons. My brothers and I, those of the blood and those of the will, all bear scars now- these scars of pain, of loss, of pride. These scars that say "We are our fathers' sons." We stand there, we scarred sons. But we do not stand alone.

The Good.
(an abbreviated list)

-As if I needed any further reminding of how immensely blessed I am, I need look no further than the outpouring of love and concern from my friends and family during those days- How lucky my whole family is, to know such people. My brothers were there, whenever I was feeling lost, to help me find my way. Friends came in from many miles away, which meant so much to me and my family. My Mom said it exactly right when she told me "You have such good friends; you're so fortunate to have them in your life."

-I made the conscious decision to give up everything I knew in my life, my comfortable mire of my own making, and took the biggest gamble of my life, and moved back to Pittsburgh. While at first this doesn't sound like much of a gamble, for those who know me, they know how hard this was for me. To give up the easy life, as it were, to come back to a place I've not really known in almost 10 years, where it would've been just as easy to slip back into those old habits and become that boy I was all those years ago, it was one of the hardest choices I've ever made. But, of course, it turned out to be the exact right thing to do- really, the only choice I could've made. Who knew? Well, I have my suspicions about that, and when I see him next, I'll be sure to ask.

-I started a new job, in a new town, where I only knew one person. And damned if I don't do it pretty well. Not as well as I'd like, of course, but hell, I feel like I do it okay, and if that's not a triumph, I don't know what is.

-I got to welcome yet more of the next generation of my friends into the world, and celebrate the first of many, many birthdays to come for some of the 'older' members of the JE:TNG club.

-I walked up to a woman and gave her my phone number. And we went out.

-I made it to 150 posts on this infernal thing.

-I watched a bunch of movies with family and friends, both old friends and new.

-I met new people, and talked to them!

-I went on a date again- more than one! With the same person! We're still dating!

-I learned sometimes, it's okay to be pushed.

-I drove to Toledo, OH, with my niece to see a concert for a band we both like.

-I started to be a better uncle to my niece.

-I started to teach her how to drive a car (debated if that was 'good' or 'bad')

-I was able to terrorize my cats more by moving.

-I got to spend more time with my brother and nephews, hanging out.

-I had fresh Gino's pizza on a drive back to Maryland.

-I was able to visit the best part of Ledo's.

-I surprised Katie, Courtney, and Doris.

-I went to dinner with the Tooth Fairy.

-I surprised Ashley.

-I read a lot of friggin' books.

-I spent my tenth year at Chincoteague with my friends.

-I got to have some really good talks with my Mom. Not just about this or that, but about things that really matter.

-I was able to see first hand just how strong my mother is.

-I fulfilled a promise I made to my father over twenty years ago. And he remembered.

-I was able to surprise my Mom and Dad, and spend one of the best days of my life with them, sitting in a hospital room, talking and listening and laughing with them.

-I told my Dad how much I loved him.

-My brothers stood by me, and I by them.

-We honored our father.

-I realized just how much my parents love and respect me.

-I learned I can be the man my father knew I could be.

-I kept picking up a pencil.

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If I haven't said it enough, thank you all for stopping in to visit, whether it's been your first stop or your hundred sixty-whateverth, knowing this doesn't exist in a vacuum helps make it all worthwhile.

I know this past year's hardly been a cornucopia of drawing greatness (or even drawing mediocrity), and I do apologize for that. I've found a good bit of trouble in focusing, as you've noticed, and although I've kept picking up that pencil, it's hardly been an easy go of it.

But I've not given up yet. I have some things in the pipeline, and I'm thinking about posting some of my old, old sketches. It'd be interesting, I think, to show how I've changed as an artist, both in subject and method (though maybe not so much the subject). I do still plan on writing, so don't expect that to go away. Hopefully you'll be back. If you like it, tell them I did it; if you don't, tell them I did it. Go ahead, I can take it.

Love,
s.

Songs are in the sky now
Suns are in my veins
Throw me in the fire now
Love is what remains
-Joan Osborne, "Hallelujah in the City"

Sunday, December 30, 2007

2007: My Year in Review

Well. I certainly never imagined writing some type of 'year in review' for a blog I was involved in, let alone one dedicated to my drawing. And yet, here we are.
This year, I think my personal theme has been "From the Gutter to the Stars". At the start of '07, I was at one of the lowest points I've ever been in my life (and that's saying something). I was a wreck mentally and emotionally, disconnected and disjointed from just about everything. And now, although I'd not go so far as to say I'm on top of the world, I'm definitely within sight of the stars. Unlike the movies, there's no one moment of epiphany I can point to and say "yes, that's where I decided to stop being a wreck", but instead it's the hundreds of little moments (and one or two big moments) that really add up to me pulling myself out of that wreckage.
But, such little moments are lifetimes made of.
Among those little moments (and big moments):
I took a class in painting, just because I wanted to
I went to see a bunch of movies with my friends
I got to read the last Harry Potter book sitting with my brothers
I had the honor of watching a relationship I saw start blossom into a crazy, goofy, touching and beautiful wedding
I spent another awesome year at Chincoteague with my friends
A bunch of my friends welcomed new babies into the world (this is spilling over into '08)
I read a ton of books
I cleaned up my room
I drank absinthe
I decided that suits and Converse All-Stars DO go together
I had my brother Dan call me from the Police concert so I could hear 'Message in a Bottle"
I finally got to spend a week in Bethany Beach with my other family
I reconnected with a friend I thought I'd lost
I met new friends, as brilliant and demented as myself
I was called "stevie weavie"
I've made more than sixty postings to a weblog I created
I said goodbye to people I loved and admired- reminding me how precious we all are
I found, once again, blood means very little where brotherhood is concerned
I talked with my Dad
I got to see my mom and dad and brother and sister all together again
I hung out with my brother and nephews, four guys out having fun
I finally got to sit down and have dinner and talk with my sister
I watched my parents celebrate Fifty years of their marriage
I picked up a pencil again
Thank you all for stopping by to visit, whether it's been once, or every other day from the start. It's meant a lot to me to know there are folks out there who either care enough, or have enough time to kill, to stop by and look, read, and hopefully be amused by what they've seen here. You all have been a big highlight of my year. I have every intention of keeping this up for as long as I can hold a pencil, so I hope you'll stop back and visit.
It's been a pretty damn good year. I can't wait to see what '08 brings.