I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.
Hi, so this is going to sound really stupid but I love to draw and I have this freind who also loves to draw and when we get together we share each others sketch books and Evey time she see mine she laughs and says that's hers are a lot better or says that I am copying her and it's making me being really private about my drawing to the point when some one looks in my sketch book I want to cry and I don't know what to do so I was wondering if you have any advice for me if not that's fine