It got so bad that I pretty much quit drawing in January this year because I couldn't stand to look at anything I was making. I haven't put down a single line in the past year that I haven't wanted to destroy on a molecular level, and I would still rather stab my eyes out than look at anything I'm drawing.
(By the way, if you have any well-intentioned but misguided comments right about now, feel free to keep them to yourself. It won't help me, and it'll just make me mistrust and possibly resent you. Also, Ira Glass can stick that entire lecture up his ass and STFU forever, because that means that this feeling of total inadequacy will never, ever get better and there is no such thing as a light at the end of the tunnel. So, really, really never ever quote him at me. Ever. Not even as a joke.)
Anyway, a little while ago I realized that the only thing worse than having to look at my art is not making any. And maybe, just maybe, if I work hard enough at it, eventually I'll start to get better.
So, here we go again, trying to climb back on the drawing horse and ride. Or draw. Or whatever.
Because like the blog says, I can't just quit.
I can't stop drawing. Not really.
Sometimes you need to stop--for a break--in order to renew. It used to happen when I played guitar, & happened frequently with comics until I found a style that makes me happy. I hope the same for you.
ReplyDeleteYeah. Hibernation isn't such a bad thing.
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