He… kinda sorta saved me from a depression down spiral without realizing it. I had started an animatic (that I’ll continue working on later) based on Discorded Whooves that he found and really liked. I was really excited he enjoyed it and reblogged his post about it. Later that day, I really didn’t do as well as I would have liked on a final, and he left me a comment about how much he liked my style and I just started sobbing.
I felt like crap. Like I couldn’t do a thing right. I wasn’t doing well on my exams, I felt like my art was pathetic—and… Suicidal thoughts started bubbling up in my mind again.
But, his comment stopped all of that. I was able to think about this amazing artist and how much he enjoyed my work, and I was able to push on.
… I think he was proud because I was pushing myself—I was going to do something outside of my comfort zone. I was improving. And I wasn’t going to hold back.
I wouldn’t say we’re amazingly close friends, but… he’s definitely someone I look up to. An art mentor of sorts.