The Struggle is Real

I struggle with thinking I’m good enough. This pretty much applies to all areas of my life, but for this we’re talking about my art.

I can’t draw people very well.

I can’t draw realism very well.

It’s hard for me to draw without a reference.

Life has thrown me an extra curve ball, though. I can’t see very well. I had a detached retina 11 years ago and the surgery didn’t go as planned. It left me with blurry vision, migraines, and the inability to see clearly up close. I stopped painting because it became a struggle. It made me sad to try to do something that I once did with ease. It made me feel like I lost a piece of myself that I tried so hard to find in the first place.

I stopped painting.

I picked up digital art, which I’m grateful is a thing because without it, I would have created nothing.

But I miss painting.

I miss the texture and the feel of it.

I had thrown out or given away most of my art supplies over the last few years.

Something inside of me keeps coming back to it, though.

So, I subscribed to an art box.

I bought some new art supplies.

I’m going to attempt a pivot rather than a cease fire.

This one I made is with the supplies in the first art box. It’s not great, the lines suck, the small details are non existent.

That’s not what’s important, though.

What’s important is I did it. I made something. And it doesn’t have to be good. It just has to be something.

I’ll find my niche again.