cmere. cmere. i’m gonna tell you something.
i suck at drawing. for so long as someone who exists in creative spaces i’ve done nothing but compare myself to my peers, to the greats, the artists i love. and i hate my art. i regularly give up trying
but today? in a sketching + conversation class?
i wasn’t comparing myself. i was simply… sketching. i was just creating. and for the first time in a long while…
i felt that maybe, just maybe… my art could be good.
and then i looked over at the girl next to me and nearly ripped my paper in embarrassment.
but yknow what? she wasn’t looking at me. she was just… drawing to her hearts content.
and i realized that maybe my art is good simply because i enjoy it.
and that’s all that it takes to be good. you have to enjoy what you’re doing.
and there were some little sketches that inspired me so i might keep trying to develop them more.
or maybe they’re already perfect, simply because they brought me joy.
make the thing, and enjoy the process, results be damned.