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| Demmy |
| 1998 |
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| It�s funny. When you turn 18 (which I did in 1998) you magically go from a child to an adult. You wait with baited breath to find out what�s so special. What�s so magical? Will you suddenly be graced with the knowledge you need for adult life? Will you suddenly gain the maturity to put work before pleasure and say no to temptations? As the day grows nearer other thoughts enter your head �Will I still be allowed to play?� �Will my imagination go the way of so many other adults, faded into near non-existence?� And at last with the big day ever approaching �Will I get what I really want for my birthday?� �Will I be able to pass my driving test?� �Will all my deepest most inner thoughts one day be broadcasted publicly over the internet?� |
| And then it happens. The big day comes and you find out. . . There�s nothing special or magical about it. It�s just like every other birthday, only now I can vote. *evil grin* |
Well, now that I was an adult and most of my old role play group had moved away I didn�t play with Demmy much. I still drew her a lot, but now the drawing represented a kind of secret diary. I would draw Demmy doing what I was doing, what I thought or worried about, and I used her to improve my art. Now that I wasn�t playing with her as much I made her more modern. She began to wear what-ever was �in style� she even had a Giga pet! But she was like a doll that someone had slept with since they were a baby. Long since out grown the need of her, she was set on a self to admire, but occasionally pulled down and cuddled with out of habit. |
| Also, with no more reason to keep her a baby Demmy aged quickly. She went from seven to eight to nine in one year, but more than that she emotionally aged. I think she became more like a real little girl. Friends became more important to her, and so did style and image. Peer pressure began to get to her and she started getting into things I would never approve of, like make up and spice girls and Britney Spears. As long as I was playing her mother I was guilty of molding her into my ideal. Now she did what real little girls did: She disregarded her mother and liked what she liked. This time period helped her grow apart from me and helped her become more of a three dimensional character. Also her pre-teen pictures are some of my best art from the period. |
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| Some Drawings of Demmy from 1998 |
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| I start thinking about Demmy in terms of posible publication |
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