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4 days on and off to complete, but my Jetsons family portrait is finished. It's been a dream to do one like this (minus having to resort to a jet pack to draw Elroy due to the lack of space ).

The Jetsons came on everyday at 4 during my teens in the 90s while I did homework.

I had a dream once, to attend an art institute after High School and to work for the likes of Warner Bros, Disney, or Hanna-Barbera. Started a portfolio even with a small spiral sketchpad to carry with me and work on whenever I could.

My best work was pencil drawings of George Jetson and his dog, Astro. Went as far as shading them in to the point that they looked 3D - like you could literally pick Astro off the paper by his snout.

My proudest work at 16, because I did them all on my own. I even covered those pages in a laminate for protection.

I won't say who, but the day after accidentally leaving that sketchbook in a desk shared with a student from another class, the teacher took me aside and told me that "this student" marked all over the pages, mercilessly proceeded to tear them, then finished it off by repeatedly stomping the sketchbook over an apple.

I never saw that sketchbook again.

It was devastating. Course changing. Life altering. Unless it was school related, I had a tough time showing any subsequent work to anyone, family included, for years. In my mind, the destruction of those drawings - all of which I had great pride in - and in a room full of peers who probably further encouraged their demolishment - was a way of telling me that none of it was any good, and nor was I.

And I believed it.

I struggle with stagefright. I sang in choir, in bands even; my immediate family has never heard me sing. There are those who have, though...

This isn't the same thing, but it is.

The fear of rejection - that scornful judgment - can be overwhelming. And because of this, I never continued to pursue that dream.

Throughout the last 25 years or so, I'd dabble in cartoon style drawings, sneak a George Jetson in here and there, but never to the extent I did years prior.

Until now.

"The Jetsons - The Movie" was on TV a few nights ago, and I watched it with the same level of enjoyment I had during my adolescence (and when I knew I should've been doing more important things ). It gave me the inspiration to draw George once again just as I used to, just as I loved to; it gave me the excitement to draw his family, and the courage to present them to you here.

Small steps.

So if you like it, thank you . If not, it doesn't matter anymore. I've won.

I'll get a better scan of this one day.

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4 days on and off to complete, but my Jetsons family portrait is finished. It's been a dream to do one like this (minus having to resort to a jet pack to draw Elroy due to the lack of space ).

The Jetsons came on everyday at 4 during my teens in the 90s while I did homework.

I had a dream once, to attend an art institute after High School and to work for the likes of Warner Bros, Disney, or Hanna-Barbera. Started a portfolio even with a small spiral sketchpad to carry with me and work on whenever I could.

My best work was pencil drawings of George Jetson and his dog, Astro. Went as far as shading them in to the point that they looked 3D - like you could literally pick Astro off the paper by his snout.

My proudest work at 16, because I did them all on my own. I even covered those pages in a laminate for protection.

I won't say who, but the day after accidentally leaving that sketchbook in a desk shared with a student from another class, the teacher took me aside and told me that "this student" marked all over the pages, mercilessly proceeded to tear them, then finished it off by repeatedly stomping the sketchbook over an apple.

I never saw that sketchbook again.

It was devastating. Course changing. Life altering. Unless it was school related, I had a tough time showing any subsequent work to anyone, family included, for years. In my mind, the destruction of those drawings - all of which I had great pride in - and in a room full of peers who probably further encouraged their demolishment - was a way of telling me that none of it was any good, and nor was I.

And I believed it.

I struggle with stagefright. I sang in choir, in bands even; my immediate family has never heard me sing. There are those who have, though...

This isn't the same thing, but it is.

The fear of rejection - that scornful judgment - can be overwhelming. And because of this, I never continued to pursue that dream.

Throughout the last 25 years or so, I'd dabble in cartoon style drawings, sneak a George Jetson in here and there, but never to the extent I did years prior.

Until now.

"The Jetsons - The Movie" was on TV a few nights ago, and I watched it with the same level of enjoyment I had during my adolescence (and when I knew I should've been doing more important things ). It gave me the inspiration to draw George once again just as I used to, just as I loved to; it gave me the excitement to draw his family, and the courage to present them to you here.

Small steps.

So if you like it, thank you . If not, it doesn't matter anymore. I've won.

I'll get a better scan of this one day.