Music: <I>Monster Mash</i> - The Misfits: Project 1950
If space allowed, I would've titled this one "Why My Hippie Surfer Art Teacher from High School *Was* Right." Art, as I'm painfully finding out *now* is about Process (with a capital "P") and not product. I've been drawing off an on for about six years now. This is probably the most humiliating moment I've had in my life.
From the initial conception, I was always drawing to impress someone, someone *other* than me. I think this is probably the biggest folly ever, sort of like a wolf in the wild who wants to pose and look good for a camera, but then hops down and scarfs veggie cuisine - it just doesn't *click*.
I'm just *now* getting this. God - I feel like a fucking moron. But at least I can just start drawing again and not really care about what others think. Hell, I know how to - I just need to, but to do it because I love it, not because my image is riding on it.
Even reading this is offensive, but the best way to excorcise your sins is to confess them, so there I went.
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