Hey guys... listen, first of all, i'm not trying to seek attention, i'm asking for opinions, any help. anything really.
Whats the point? you may be wondering what i mean, well, here goes.
I'm an artist. i've been drawing for 3, just going into 4 years, i've had no experience in lessons n all that, so basically picked up a pencil and started scribbling away.
This probably sounds like a rant but i have no clue how to cleary display whats going through my head.
well, for all i've tried to draw, my work seems shit. always has, as much as i try to improve and get better. people say my work is really good, but to me it feels like people say it in the way that you would tell a 4 year old that their scribble is good. and as much as i've tried to improve over the years, i can never get to the point where i think my work is good. or mediocre. or at least bearable.
I've been preparing a big project to do, maybe to redeem myself in my eyes. i worked for 6 - 8 hours a day for a whole week, (mind you i'm balancing final school year exams with part time work, so after drawing getting 3 - 5 hours sleep on average) and then my bag gets stolen along with my sketch pad in it. so thats a whole week of work down the drain. but oh well, started sketching it again, and lo an behold after a week of hard work, someone spills a mug of coffee over it and while trying to fix it consequently tears it asunder.
That was this morning. So, i've been... i don't know. (depressed? according to the doctors i'm more prone to depression than a normal person etc. etc. but i refuse to take anti depressants. call it pride, whatever you will, i don't really care) about it, i'm just wondering whats the fucking point anymore. i'm always going to hate my work, because i never seem good. i mean i'm even going to study Fine Arts, whats the point of that? no one cares about how difficult it is to sketch or paint in oils, acrylic, to sculpt. to use pastels and charcoal , no one gives a fuck, it's all photoshop and anime and the rest nowdays, no one cares about the art of sketching when you can just click the undo button and delete layers on photoshop without a second glance. (Yes, i've worked with photoshop, so please. don't give me a lecture on it.)
i don't know. as i've stated again and again, i don't know, i fucking hate my work. but i don't want to give up... i'm trying to reach an ever elusive state of 'good' and i don't even know where 'good' would be.
so in short... i refuse to give it up. but i can't bear to continue doing it...
I don't even know what i'm expecting in reply to this post, maybe i just typed it because i didn't know how to say it out loud, i don't know. but eh, any thoughts, anything you want to say really. anythings appreciated...
Though please, No trolling, flaming or the bitching about grammar. please.
Regards
Req
Whats the point? you may be wondering what i mean, well, here goes.
I'm an artist. i've been drawing for 3, just going into 4 years, i've had no experience in lessons n all that, so basically picked up a pencil and started scribbling away.
This probably sounds like a rant but i have no clue how to cleary display whats going through my head.
well, for all i've tried to draw, my work seems shit. always has, as much as i try to improve and get better. people say my work is really good, but to me it feels like people say it in the way that you would tell a 4 year old that their scribble is good. and as much as i've tried to improve over the years, i can never get to the point where i think my work is good. or mediocre. or at least bearable.
I've been preparing a big project to do, maybe to redeem myself in my eyes. i worked for 6 - 8 hours a day for a whole week, (mind you i'm balancing final school year exams with part time work, so after drawing getting 3 - 5 hours sleep on average) and then my bag gets stolen along with my sketch pad in it. so thats a whole week of work down the drain. but oh well, started sketching it again, and lo an behold after a week of hard work, someone spills a mug of coffee over it and while trying to fix it consequently tears it asunder.
That was this morning. So, i've been... i don't know. (depressed? according to the doctors i'm more prone to depression than a normal person etc. etc. but i refuse to take anti depressants. call it pride, whatever you will, i don't really care) about it, i'm just wondering whats the fucking point anymore. i'm always going to hate my work, because i never seem good. i mean i'm even going to study Fine Arts, whats the point of that? no one cares about how difficult it is to sketch or paint in oils, acrylic, to sculpt. to use pastels and charcoal , no one gives a fuck, it's all photoshop and anime and the rest nowdays, no one cares about the art of sketching when you can just click the undo button and delete layers on photoshop without a second glance. (Yes, i've worked with photoshop, so please. don't give me a lecture on it.)
i don't know. as i've stated again and again, i don't know, i fucking hate my work. but i don't want to give up... i'm trying to reach an ever elusive state of 'good' and i don't even know where 'good' would be.
so in short... i refuse to give it up. but i can't bear to continue doing it...
I don't even know what i'm expecting in reply to this post, maybe i just typed it because i didn't know how to say it out loud, i don't know. but eh, any thoughts, anything you want to say really. anythings appreciated...
Though please, No trolling, flaming or the bitching about grammar. please.
Regards
Req