The list of art wips and drafts is infinite but time and energy are so little - I wanna rip the time space continuum with my own hands and crawl out of it
You know that feeling when you're sad because you can't possibly read all books or understand all languages in a single lifetime? Ok that's dramatic, but still. When I was a small kid I used to draw all day everyday, occasionally went back to it but otherwise stopped for so many years, and truly picked it up again only as an adult - as a little treat for my mental health. It worked wonders! It quickly became my main private hobby, if I have a few minutes by myself I'll 100% be drawing (+ it prevents me from doom scrolling and giving myself anxiety attacks just because I'm silly like that)
All this to say I'm really scared of art becoming a source of frustration for me. My whole premise before starting to post here on tumblr was: no goals, no achieving high quality, no stress, just freely creating for the sake of creating - like a kid does. I want to keep art-making separate from my job (which is already art-adjacent btw so that's a perilous line to walk) for this exact reason...but do I? It's what I love to do, but I don't want to corrupt it and lose all the joy. I used to be a very high-achieving person in my career, and that led me to severe burnout, so I'm not doing that again (which sadly doesn't mean that part of me is gone, it's very much alive and vocal in my brain)
Idk if other creators - and I feel uncomfortable calling myself a creator but you get what I'm saying - all have these thoughts or if it's just stupid. Anyway being an adult sometimes sucks asses, like, in general, and these are indeed privileged issues.
Sorry there is no ulterior point to this hormonal medication driven yap session which was initially sparked by the fact that I want to draw Falin and Marcille kissing but I have too many things lined up 🤡
TLDR:
straight from my screenshots
