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I have known myself to agonize for hours or days on end over a drawing. I honestly don't know why, since nothing I ever manage to put down on paper looks nearly as good as it does in my head. I usually just put my pencil down at some point and say, "F__k it. Close enough."
When I look back at something I've drawn, I notice the mistakes first... but I leave them in during the process out of sheer frustration, because I can't draw the way I want to draw. That is a simple statement of fact -- I have been practicing for twenty-six of the twenty-eight years I have lived on this planet. This is as good as my art gets.
In the unlikely event that the world doesn't end and I live to forty before I have my first heart attack, I'll probably improve a little, but there's no point in holding my breath and wishing I could draw exactly what I see in my mind. It isn't going to happen, wish or no wish.
On the scale of artists, with 10 being Michelangelo and zero being barely capable of drawing a straight line, I think I rank a solid 0.75 or thereabouts.
When I look back at something I've drawn, I notice the mistakes first... but I leave them in during the process out of sheer frustration, because I can't draw the way I want to draw. That is a simple statement of fact -- I have been practicing for twenty-six of the twenty-eight years I have lived on this planet. This is as good as my art gets.
In the unlikely event that the world doesn't end and I live to forty before I have my first heart attack, I'll probably improve a little, but there's no point in holding my breath and wishing I could draw exactly what I see in my mind. It isn't going to happen, wish or no wish.
On the scale of artists, with 10 being Michelangelo and zero being barely capable of drawing a straight line, I think I rank a solid 0.75 or thereabouts.