Comfort food presents Seafood Gumbo š² with what can be a hard to swallow lesson about motivation.
My username is a reminder that I used to run entirely on spite and while it worked all right, it damned near broke me. I need estrogen and spite. I need ink and wrath. I need to be sweet and bitter, beautiful and sadistic, feminine and monstrous. Spite is the ignition that gets me moving when nothing else works: life is the fuel that keeps me running.
In my mind I always characterize spite like a fizzy sugary drink, it's good for a temporary energy boost but solely relying on it isn't good for your body. You need to supplement it with something else.
It's no secret that some of my comics are spitefully motivated by things in the world I'm not satisfied with, but they're also paired with something personal I want to share with you. I've had art peers who were solely motivated by what they hate and once that angry wave subsided, their passion for what they made was gone too. It's kind of like the other side of validation, if you're relying only on an external source to fuel your motivation instead of pulling from within yourself, you won't be motivated for long. A sugary rush can be handy, but it'll only keep you going for a while. š„¤
