I am really enjoying sketching lately, and I hope other people enjoy looking at my art. I recently had a nasty comment about my work and tried to let it roll off me like water off a duck's back, but being the senstive type that I am, it just hasn't happened. But I'm trying to use this blog as a place for fun and not get too bogged down into making everything look good. That's what my website's for. (Well, my new website, when it comes..)
In the end I really can't let nasty comments get to me. I know who I am, and I am a person that is completely all about art. I think about it, I dream about it, I can't get away from it. The comment that someone made recently made me feel like my life was a sham.. because my art is my life... and to comment that my art is untruthful and fake (which they did, in a way) made me feel like a fake.
It wasn't constructive criticism either; just nasty. So why do I let it bother me?
I can't deny that I am an artist at heart. Even if I decided I didn't want to create anything anymore, it would be an impossible thing for me. Unfathomable. Even when I hate my art and think that I suck, I still can't help thinking about what I'll do next. It's a love/hate relationship; bittersweet.. sometimes it's like a disease! I know other artists and creative people will understand where I'm coming from here... and for all those creative people that never struggle in their endevour for creative perfection... what planet did you come from? (Or tell me what medication you're on!)