Real talk: I’m the worst artist ever. At least, that’s how I feel every time I finish a drawing. As soon as I finish a drawing I take a look at it and a little voice in my head tells me I’m no good and that I just wasted my time. That voice is a liar, of course, but that doesn’t stop me from listening.
Lately I’ve been listening to that voice a lot and my creative juices have stopped flowing. I know deep down this has a lot to do with the one year anniversary of my father’s death on December 12th. Facing that day took a toll on my emotions and I’ve found it difficult to get back into the mindset of creating things for fun. Every time I sit down to draw I feel like it’s not fun. Then I hate whatever I’ve drawn and I feel like I wasted my time. But that’s over now. I’ve licked my wounds and I’m ready to get back to business.
Here’s a random guy with a glittery mustache I made for fun. I don’t hate it. It wasn’t a waste of time.