"And at last I see the light
And it's like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it's like the sky is new
And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted"
It took me alot of time to understand that the quality of the art was in the hands of the artist and not the tools. I failed to comprehend the reality but soon I realized the extent of my foolishness. A friend told me to practice anatomy and I did just that, and that's when I realized I had to improve.
I spent hours coloring-only coloring- and after my finished work I saw that I had improved alot in that field but when I began to draw, though the coloring was good, the art was not. I was too ashamed to show my art to anyone and the many wasted strokes were put into safekeeping.
A few days past and someone told me that if I am ashamed of my art then I am ashamed of improvement. And now I am taking that advice and doing just that...
As you can see, I might not post alot but I love drawing. I paint, write poems, think alot about stuff that never happens, and get sad over what happened 5 years ago.
"A strange world is what we see
A death trap was our deal
But now we earn and work and breathe
With no urge to stay free"