I used to be pretty prolific.
Which meant I improved much more quickly. Then I got caught and reprimanded so many times for drawing at night, it was the only time I had to make the art I wanted to the last two years of highschool. I wanted to learn to illustrate, to draw anything, everything, to make any image I wanted to and make it effective. I've lost so much drive, and so much motivation. I've hardly improved in two and a half years of college, and I hardly use my free free time the way I'd like to. I spent a lot of last night looking through the very first acrylic attempts and lowbrow drawings and doodles and things I did in highschool.
At least I was trying, right?
At least I was trying, right?