If you ever feel down about your art, remember this:
there is no end to art.
Art expands as much as you put effort and feeling into it. You can’t get worse at drawing or painting, you can only get better and better.
Feel the movement of your lines and take pride in having your own unique style. Your art reflects who you are and tbh you are an amazing creative individual! Even if you don’t feel like your art looks quite how you want it, keep trying! Try new things! Don’t be affraid to get a little competitive!!!
Most importantly have fun!!!
Art shouldn’t make you want to pull your hair out, art is a way for you to express yourself in a creative way that evokes thought and emotions to others around who see it, be it positive or negative. The more fun you have with it, the more you want to draw, and the more you improve! And make sure to practice often!!!
There is no such thing as ugly art, only art that can be improved upon!
What if you don’t believe in yourself? Well guess what? I believe in you! I believe everyone has the potential to make amazing art! No one can be bad at drawing or painting, they are just inexperienced. No one can make fun of your creations, they are beautiful because you put a little piece of yourself into each and every piece of art you’ve made, and you are a beautiful person! Anyone willing to devote time into making their own original art is so strong and brave!!!
We do these things. We run off, we medicate; we do whatever it takes to cover it up and dull the sensation, but it’s not normal. We’re supposed to feel. We’re supposed to love, and hate, and hurt, and grieve, and break, and be destroyed. And rebuild ourselves to be destroyed again. That is human. That is humanity. That’s being alive. That’s the point. That’s the entire point. Don’t avoid it. Don’t extinguish it.
I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone
But you keep my old scarf from that very first week ‘cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me You can’t rid of it ‘cause you remember it all too well