I love to draw, to put a purpose, meaning, or story to my art without having to use words. It feels fulfilling to finish a piece that I work hard on.To do something that people enjoy, though it may be few, to make them happy.
But, there is always that voice in my head that says I’m doing it wrong. That voice can also be other people. Wondering why I draw like this, why I don’t draw realistic, why I don’t draw like that person, why can’t I draw that, why aren’t I better. I’ve had a couple people tell me I’m not an artist, because I don’t draw realistic, still life, landscapes; because I can’t paint well. This stuff just makes me few more of a distaste for my art. Causing me to ask myself the same questions they do.
I’m a self taught artist, never had a helpful art class that teaches more than the basics. No one around where I live to help. Full with a family who “can’t” draw, who only see art as something you draw on paper and not digitally.
Though, why should I let this stop me? I don’t. I may feel like my art isn’t worth it at times, but it never has truly stopped me from drawing.
Besides my main goal isn’t to make myself happy. It’s to make others happy. To at least brighten up their day a bit.