#long post #madi problems
Sorry this was more of just a cathartic thing I drew out because I feel like there’s so much I’d like to draw but I have no ideas really. I have stories in my head but I can’t seem to go any further than where I’m already at with them and I feel so stuck. I’m pressuring myself rather than enjoying myself and I miss that. I want to have a story of my own I’m so enamored with that I’ll draw comics of it in my sketchbook for hours and hours until it’s 3am and I have to stop. I want a story I feel confident about again. I just want to draw and the only one who’s stopping me is myself and I can’t seem to get over it just yet.
Oh gosh, this hits me hard because I have so many of the same feelings.
I’ve changed, in good ways and bad, but I feel like I’ve lost something. It’s not that I don’t enjoy what I do now, it’s not that I dislike my art, and I know others enjoy it. But there’s something missing…life, creativity. People will tell me it’s there, but you’ll see the differences in yourself much more clearly, and I know how I was as a kid, others don’t. I’ve been like this for a while.
But I know I’ll be able to fix it in time if I keep at it, that sure keeps me going.
One thing, for sure, is that I need to draw more. Not do too much, it’s good for me that I’ve learned not to draw as much. But just, more. Even simple images, but give life to my characters, not have them standing around.