And I have lost it.
I'm quite sure that as artists, you also have frustrations. Not being able to accurately translate that vision in your head into lines, logically proportioned and beautiful body parts to create that magnificent masterpiece
that will only exist in your mind.
It is this inability to express the beauty or feeling, the details, the colors that frustrates me so to the point of even asking myself
Why the hell do I draw? If it's clear enough that I can't ever capture even a single vision I have ever conceptualized or perceived since my brain has functioned?
It's true. Never in my whole fucking life have I ever drawn anything that resembled my visions the slightest. It's awkward and it's disgusting me.
Despite this great frustration, I shall never turn my back on art, or anything human-made. I know, I hate humans and am actually thinking that genocide may be the answer to a lot of the world's problems, but I appreciate deeply the vastness of human capability. And what best representation of this but art? Art of the old times, art of the now. Movies, shows, 2-dimensional art, music. Everything that was just made from mere imagination or perception from a certain experience.
Everything ART just amazes me.
I must be sounding schizophrenic by now. But I'm sure many of you may have felt this kind of frustration before. This feeling actually explains why I have never been uploading drawings recently. Everything just turns out ... less than the 'mediocre' of my expectations.
And surprisingly, I can't get myself to sleep without doing anything thesis-related (which is a miracle) so good-bye, reader!
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