When I was young, I arted all the time because I was angsty and depressed and had nothing else going for me. As I grew up, I got happy and stopped getting inspired. I thought for sure I had to be miserable to art, but now I think its more a case of I didn't have time to actually practice the art anymore. I'd just expect emotionally fulfilling masterpieces instead of realizing I had to do a million hours of sketching, doodling, coloring, making sculptures, taking pictures, dressing up like a goofball, etc to re-kindle that passion. Immerse yourself in the thing you want to be passionate about, and if that doesn't work, pick new passions <3
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Understand that I’ve been to two art schools, I’ve done art pretty much all my life, I didn’t learn the basics till high school, and had a great support group including my teacher and family but even so I’ve lost all want and desire to be an artist of any kind. I can’t do it anymore. It doesn’t bring me the flame. Not even a flicker. The main source of this, I fear, is my competitiveness that consumes me to the point of mad insecurity. I’ve always been insecure. That’s always been a thing but it wasn’t a problem until depression hit me hard. Until I fell into a valley. I didn’t wanna draw anymore. I saw others how much better they were, my support group fell apart or just weren’t enough to provide the encouragement I needed. Here’s the thing though; whenever I do convince myself to draw and it’s for someone else theres something that happens. Something familiar. It so close I can taste it but it still out of reach. I wanna call it an artist high or even that flame— but I’m not entirely sure. Voltra—tell me your stories. Tell me how to be confident in my art. Give me tips. Give me the knowledge to find happiness in art again. Thank you~
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