There are things in this world, particularly the movie scene, that are sometimes called “so bad it’s good”.
We can laugh about them or be entertained by them because our mind clearly recognizes the shortcomings. It’s like watching someone trying to win a race with one leg missing.

And then there’s the stuff that’s even worse. It’s so bad that it’s bad again. If the aforementioned film is the equivalent to a one legged racer. This stuff would be the guy who had a birth defect and never developed legs to begin with.

And yet. He still takes part in the race.

There’s something about this that just fascinates me.

To name an example, there is Uwe Boll. His films are, with alarming regularity, such utter garbage that one would be forgiven to ask why he even bothers anymore.
And while I personally never liked a single one of his movies. I have to admit that he has gotten better over the years.
Still miles from actually being good. But getting there through sheer willpower.

It sounds a lot like what I am trying to do with my drawings and writings.

I wonder if people like him, or other people whose works are slaughtered by the public, view all of this with a mindset similar to my own.
It’s not about winning or loosing. It’s about doing what you want to do.
What you think you were meant to do.
What makes you happy.

And if others don’t like what you’re doing. Keep doing it anyway.
Because either you’re gonna get good enough for them to stop bothering you one day.
Or they’ll lose interest sooner than you’ll lose your spirit.

It may be a little rosy eyed of course. Perhaps even a bit of wishful thinking. But in many of these so called “worst <things> ever” are to me like the glowing eyes of a five year old.
Full of passion and wonder. Burning to see what he’ll do next, because he himself knows no more about it than you.
There is a passion to it.
Inspired by what the creator loves. Formed by his inability to focus. Brought down by his constraints on either experience or circumstance.

I might laugh about it and them in a casual manner. Make jokes about it during small talk, wasting no further thought on it.
But the reality is: Stuff like this has my deepest respect.

And if I ever manage to get the same kind of courage about showing my work. Being proud of it no matter how flawed.
I think I’ll be a lot better of.

As a matter of fact. This is the reason why I can’t bring myself to hate Mars of Destruction. It just screams a loud “I want to be more than I am” at me, whenever I so much as think about it.