Fine, I admit it. My hands have been injured for years.
If you've looked closely at my recent art, you might have noticed that while it's more vibrant and colorful, the linework, poses, and details have become rougher and less refined. It's also one of the reasons I gave up traditional art. And I draw less group art. (I used to grouped the Balkan 5 and such)
My hands just don’t listen to me anymore.
And now, I have to come to terms with the fact that my art will never be fancy, may never keep up with others, and may never reach the standard I once dreamed of. It’ll probably stay basic, messy, and remain forever a disappointment.
If you're wondering why I haven’t just taken a break- I have.
But when something becomes a lifelong problem, you eventually realize... there's no waiting it out. You have to learn how to live with it.
I know there are people who enjoy what I'm making. But the illusion of it could spark the enjoyment and reach people the same level that one stunning pieces made by others forever remain a delusion. I'm become less and less capable of what I'm able to draw in the past.
