I think I’m getting better at colouring, but I’ve still got a LONG way to go!
There was actually one point where I opened up a picture I had saved of an artist I greatly admire, and it sat next to my own piece. Seeing their picture next to mine was like getting punched in the gut and for a good twenty minutes I sat there feeling physically ill because I wasn’t as good as I wanted to be.
But as I sat there…I was thinking…and I want to like..hug my brain because it feeds me positive thoughts these days. I was thinking to myself…well just practice some more and you’ll get better…remember those first pictures you did for the Skyward Sword fandom that you don’t want to see ever again because UGH?
It actually took a long time to get to this point, I was really depressed for a long time, as in like clinically depressed I was on meds or I’d have hurt myself. I got my life together…got on tumblr.
I really really appreciate so much of tumblr, I learned a lot of positivity of many varieties. So much so that any time a creeping thought enters my mind, I immediately get flooded with the positivity messages.
I’m getting all sentimental…especially since my previous obsession has died down and I’m really missing all of the friends I made. Feeling like a total outsider again, awkwardly watching all these amazing people and thinking…wow can I join in too? Nothing new here, just more painful now that I’ve been in a group and know that it is fantastic.
Wow ok I’m getting down again BUT NOT ABOUT MY ART. That was my original point…omg what is this babbling I’m doing?
Feel free to like…remove all this senseless text if you want OMG